I 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.

I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,” he says, “but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

What the hell happened to Pluto?!

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.