“I need you to draw me a hand turkey for the refrigerator,” my mother said. “Go grab your crayons.” Sam ran over to his little desk in the corner and started to trace his hand onto a sheet of yellow construction paper.

He really knows his shit. He knows more about guerrilla war than I could ever learn in ten lifetimes, Morales said.

The party was super awesome.

And for my strange petition I will make Amends hereafter by some gaudy day