I'm The Last Of The Mad Ones.

Top Trumps Appeared To Be A Game In Which You Got Cards, And The Cards Had A Picture (in This Case, Of A Horse), And Told You All Kinds Of Stats For That Horse, How Fast It Was, How Big It Was, Etc. Whoever Had The Better Horse Won Both The Cards. You Repeated This Until Someone Had All The Cards. So, Basically It Was Exactly Like High School, Except It Only Took Three Minutes. Which Was Really A Bit More Humane, If You Thought About It.

I'm Keith," He Said, "and You're . . . Clearly Mad, But What's Your Name?

Tired, But Not The Kind Of Tired That Sleep Fixes.

Why Paris? Paris Needs No Reason. Paris Is Its Own Reason.

There Is Nothing About A Bad Situation That Fourteen Hyper Cheerleaders Can't Worsen.