We both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed.
Jay AsherI repeat his words in my head. What's going on? What's going on? Oh, well, since you asked, I got a bunch of tapes in the mail today from a girl who killed herself. Apparently, I had something to do with it. I'm not sure what that is, so I was wondering if I could borrow your Walkman to find out. 'Not much,' I say.
Jay AsherLike driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing youโjust a tadโoff the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too muchโtoo tiringโand you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.
Jay Asher