Finally the kitchen clock said 5:17. It was time to roll out. I shouted for my mom, woke Jeffrey up, ran upstairs, changed into my concert clothes, put on my shoes, and was standing by the door to the garage by 5:19โchanting โLetโs go! Come on!โ (Feel free to try that at home, by the way; moms love it!)
Jordan SonnenblickWhat do you call a planet where bad guys stroll through life with success draped around their shoulders like a Kingโs cloak, while random horrors are visited upon the innocent heads of children? I call it Earth.
Jordan SonnenblickThere are really no guidelines whatsoever, because this is the kind of thing that only happens to ME.
Jordan SonnenblickNot, like, that, boychik, you sound like a herd of elephants charging through a music store.
Jordan SonnenblickIt's amazing--my parents call everything a discussion. If I were standing across the street, firing a bazooka at my mother, while my father was launching mortar back at me, and Jeffery was charging down the driveway with a grenade in his teeth, my parents would say we should stop having this public "discussion".
Jordan Sonnenblick