What I need... is a strong drink and a peer group.
For as long as he could remember, he’d suffered from a vague nagging feeling of being not all there.
In order to fly, all one must do is simply miss the ground.
Ha, but my life is a box of wormgears.
The complexities of cause and effect defy analysis.
One always overcompensates for disabilities. I'm thinking of having my entire body surgically removed.