Brian realized he was no genius, merely a besotted mediocre poet with a lot of bills.

The flickering light and echoing dialogue floating across the field gave the drive-in a haunted feel.

The parties were shorter and the hangovers twice as long.

Fresh off the farm, they faced the greatest fighting force on Earth.

The secret psychological study determined that people hated to be toyed with.

 In dawn's half light he looked the same as when they first met.

He saw the ghosts of his parents when he looked in the mirror.