Unreal. I’m feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.
BARRY LYGAUnreal. I’m feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.
BARRY LYGA(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.
BARRY LYGAI suddenly realize that I’m naked, which shouldn’t bother me since it’s the phone, but for some reason it does. “How’s it hanging?” Kyra asks and now I think I’m blushing. It’s just an expression, but jeez!
BARRY LYGAAre you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?” The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.
BARRY LYGAAnd my parents made me want i am. So what? We get stuff from our parents, but we also get stuff from the world around us. From people around us. And at the end of the day, we’re us.
BARRY LYGAIf I think she’ hot and it turns out she’s a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I’m totally not ready for that kind of therapy.
BARRY LYGAAnger was a waste of time and energy. Anger was useless.”Anger” was the label given to the emotion that accomplished nothing.
BARRY LYGAHomecoming’s stupid.” And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.
BARRY LYGAAt the end of the day, it’s a series of individual challenges played out against a team defense. It’s a psersonal test every time I step into the batter’s box: Can I do better than the last time? And that’s why I love it.
BARRY LYGAI do what I’ve trained my whole life to do. I watch the ball. I keep my eye on the ball. I never stop watching. I watch it as it sails past me and lands in the catcher’s mitt, a perfect and glorious strike three.
BARRY LYGAI’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.
BARRY LYGAWe can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
BARRY LYGAThis is why I forgive, but I don’t forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn’t mean anything anymore.
BARRY LYGA[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don’t weigh anything.
BARRY LYGAYou won’t even know you’ve crossed the line until it’s way back in your rearview mirror.
BARRY LYGAA river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
BARRY LYGA