Jim lost control of the car. Ann took the steering wheel and they narrowly evaded the semi. I hope these seats aren’t real leather, he said.

I hate darts, Joe announces. And he goes to get a beer and returns to find a woman throwing darts. At him. He had never felt more conflicted

He says, Someone save me from the mudpile of my life. He says this to no one because he is alone and everyone knows he’s just a drama queen.