I've met Amy Smart. Alas it was January and very cold outside so there was no sweat to be found. I did rip out a huge chunk of her hair which I'd gladly send you. But if anyone asks, you obtained it from a "collector".
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
Updated On: 7/19/04 at 12:51 PM