This kid is made of steel. He’s like a Batman villain.
This wasn’t a debate or disagreement. This was performance art.
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
Sure, there were times that I was wrong. It wasn’t every time, though.
Even if I convince them of the truth today, they’ll just believe another lie tomorrow.
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
We were angry over-reactors literally headbutting the walls at the bar. Every glance from a stranger was a reason to defend your honor.