But I Need To Wake Up Somehow.

I Miss Video Games Where The Jump-kick Was The Trickiest Combo To Master.

Watching Those Guys Pummel Each Other So No One Would Suspect Them Of Being Weak Was Too Much For Me. Their Reputations Were More Important Than Their Faces.

How Many Times Had I Let Myself Connect With Someone Only To Have It Thrown Back In My Face?

I Want To Look Back. To Look Over My Shoulder And See The Stop Sign With Huge Reflective Letters, Pleading With Hannah. Stop!

And Like I Said, I Didn't Know Him Very Well, But My Ears Perked Up Whenever I Heard His Name. I Guess I Wanted To Hear Something - Anything - Juicy. Not Because I Wanted To Spread Gossip. I Just Couldn't Believe Someone Could Be That Good. If He Was Actually That Good... Wonderful. Great! But It Became A Personal Game Of Mine. How Long Could I Go On Hearing Nothing But Good Things About Clay Jensen? Normally, When A Person Has A Stellar Image, Another Person's Waiting In The Wings To Tear Them Apart. They're Waiting For That One Fatal Flaw To Expose Itself. But Not With Clay.