I have enough Gerardo stories to write a book, so I didn't know which one to write here. So I decided to go with an old story. We were students in a catholic high school in Puerto Rico, a place where you were supposed to be always in good behavior. This particular day, we were having a heated conversation during lunch break, I don't remember what the topic was, probably women or sports. Gerardo, as usual, was very excitable. To emphasize his disagreement with the rest of us, he would say "no, no, no, cojones!", which at the time was a fairly strong curse word, not one that should be used by a well-behaved student. We continued arguing our case, but Gerardo would not hear of it, shouting even louder "No, no, no, Cojones!!!" as the lunch break came to an end. As we walked into our next classroom, Gerardo was still excited, and we tried to calm him down. But he wouldn't have any of it, and at the same time that everybody else went silent he shouted as loud as he could "NO, NO, NO, COJONES!!!!!!!" The whole classroom turned around, the teacher stood there with her mouth wide open, and we just looked at him and laughed as his face turned red while his voice seemed to still reverberate through the whole school. Ever since that day, and for the rest of our lives, whenever we got into an argument with Gerardo, we would finish the argument by telling him "no, no, no, cojones!" which was forever seen as the last word in an argument, irrefutable evidence that we were right.