“Go to H—!”
—A student wishing us well as we handed out Gospel tracts in front of rich and Caucasian Mira Costa High School in Manhattan Beach.
“I know where you are going with that. Don’t! Don’t [do that] with me!”
—The Security guard in front of Gymboree, warning me through steely Clint Eastwood eyes, as I attempted to share my faith with him. I left immediately.