Sometimes even in most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good.

They looked at each other like a pair of parentheses.

Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?

I wore it, this careless thing you don't even remember giving to me from your bag. It wasn't a gift, this thing I'm returning. It was barely a gesture, almost forgotten already, this thing I wore like it was dear to me. And it was. No wonder we broke up.

The rinsed foam swirled into one drain that always clogged come October when the maples dropped Canadian propaganda over everything.

Mostly, it's flattering to meet fans. As long as it's in a planned, professional meeting, rather than, say, someone dropping by my home, which is not as pleasant.

Death is something you cannot escape, such as death, or a cheesecake that has curdled, both of which always turn up sooner later.