A huge hug to my parents, Americo and Judite Monteiro, who were courageous enough to immigrate to a country where being a loud-mouthed jerk could be turned into an asset. To my son Henry, who makes me want to be a better person, and whose respect means more to me than anything in the world. I owe you some Mario Kart games, kid. And to my baby momma, Tracey Long, who is helping me raise a wonderful boy. A very special thank you to Annette Rankin, who has the hardest job in the world. And, of, course, neither this book, nor our design studio, nor much of anything would be conceivable without Erika Hall, my partner in all things good and bad. Her inspiration, her prodding, her support, and her understanding make all things possible. And thanks to everybody who skipped right to this page looking for your name. I hope you learned something either way.
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