Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

And I’m yours,” I tell him. “Forever and always and then some.

What are you boys doing?” she asks, as if we’re still little kids messing around. “Arguin’,” Carlos says matter-of-factly.

From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else’s misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn’t alone.

I'm ready for that adrenaline rush...with you.

Tofu tacos are not Mexican. I think putting tofu on anything and calling it Mexican is an insult to my people.

It'd be cool if God gave everyone a Do Over Day and you could yell "Do Over!" and the day would start new.