That's a depressing and practical thought," Sam said. "I'd rather it was something magical.

There doesn't seem like there should be an artful way to butcher a cow, but there is, and this is not it.

Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.

I'm bored. I need to be entertained. Sam is moping. I may kill him with his own guitar. It would give me something to do and also make him say something. Two birds with one stone!

In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.

Beer makes people deaf.

So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.