A note from the author
I saw this book as a chance to just be myself and have a good time. And I did have a good time. In fact, writing this book reminded me of why I wanted to be a writer in the first place.
From First French Kiss
That night I called her and did my best to sound as docile and love struck as possible. This I accomplished by lowering my voice an octave and whispering as though I had laryngitis. A half hour into our conversation she asked me if I loved her, and I said, "Of course," and she said, "How much?" and I said, "A lot," and she said, "I love you more," and I said, "No, you don't," and she said, "Yes, I do," and I said, "No, you don't," and she giggled and I giggled and she hung up and I felt a little queasy.
When I heard Mike Dichter say, "Hey, buddy!" Somehow I knew that he meant me. Somehow I also knew that all kinds of jigs were up and that something momentous was going to happen. I turned to look at him.
"I hear you want to fight me," he said.
"That's right," I said.
"I'll meet you after school."
"I'll be there," I said. Then he walked away, and I discovered two interesting things about myself. The first was that the idea of fighting terrified me, and the second was that in moments of extreme fear my body produced ice-cold sweat.