What A Surprise (we All Know How

That Was The Summer When Everything We Would Become Was Hovering Just Over Our Heads.

Instead Of Finding Himself In Nerd Heaven—where Every Nerd Gets Fifty-eight Virgins To Role-play With—he Woke Up In Robert Wood Johnson With Two Broken Legs And A Separated Shoulder, Feeling Like, Well, He'd Jumped Off The New Brunswick Train Bridge.

I'm Like Everybody Else: Weak, Full Of Mistakes, But Basically Good.

The Only Difference Between A Published And Unpublished Writer Is A Tolerance For Imperfection.

You're Dominican Only If You Do This, This, And That. And If You Do This And That, You'll Be Accepted To A Certain Degree And If You Don't, People Will Scorn You For It.