On the way home, I pass a pay phone and then turn back and pull a quarter out of my pocket. I know you can’t simply call some random number and get advice. It’s like following horoscopes in the newspaper. Everyone in the world born in the same month doesn’t have the same life. And everyone who calls Dial-a-Daze doesn’t either. And I don’t even have one specific question I need answered;
When I was in high school, we used to call a line like this. I remember wanting answers so badly and while it was fun, it was a kind of a rite of passage to realize that we were all on our own. I found the guy who ran the line on Twitter, while I was writing WALAF he told me he barely remembers doing it given the "compromised" state he'd been in for much of the 80's.
