It was beyond embarrassing or humiliating or even mortifying. It was ego-slaying!

I was slipping, man, and it was definetly time to get a grip.

I had Flipped. -Bryce Loski

Get beyond his eyes and his smile and the sheen of his hair - look at what's really there.

I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compare to the one in my heart.

(Actually now I’m remembering that the goodbye chow isn’t spelled that way. It’s ciao or something weird like that. It’s Italian, right? But I’m not an Italian gypsy, I’m a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)

So there I was, with the two hottest girls on campus, having lunch. I was "the man", the envy of every other guy in our school. Buddy, I was miserable." -Bryce Loski