Wait,” he said. “That’s not a word.” I looked down to where, in a moment of desperation, I’d played zixic on a triple-word-score space. “Uh, sure it is.” “What’s it mean?” “It’s sort of like…quixotic, but with more…” “...
For every bad thing in life, there are more good things to tip the balance.
If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.
