Yesterday I stayed up too late in a bar while playing rock and roll.

I worked on a poem but reached the stage at which I had to admit that two-thirds of it is garbage.

I was happy, happy, happy to see Tom again.

I read a newspaper article about the mother of one of my son's K-8 schoolmates, who has been arrested for trying to burn down a house while her estranged husband was inside sleeping.

Hold onto your ho-hum delights, my friends. Arson makes things a lot worse.