Like you’ve never done it.

My ex has hired a competent lawyer.

Taxes.

Terrorists.

It needed some air.

I was drunk.

You were drunk.

The sky was filled with a menacing light.

At first I thought they were angels.

The decline of organized labor.

A dog lying dead by the side of the road.

It wasn’t me.

I’m not myself.

My driveway keeps moving.

Why do you ask?