We had finally jettisoned any pretense of high culture and happily wallowed in trash TV.

Sam had finally become comfortable in his own skin just before it began to sag.

He filled his days to keep the devil at bay.

With each passing day and death her past seemed to be less and less real.

Civility had been choked out years before along with bipartisanship, and democracy wasn't far behind.

The victims who had become the killers were once again the victims.

He vacillated between self promotion and self destruction.