His brother was the lead of a respected uptown, frequently jukeboxed Rhythm and Blues group, The Vocaleers.

She only lied to the boy to keep him from hurt, and for her sin her intestines were pulled from her on a Catherine wheel.

You're triangulated when a clutchy, cloying kissy-poo couple uses you like a decorative backdrop to their perpetual prom night, when you're just supposed to sit there like a sexless old aunt and say, Oh, you two.

He deglamorizes the stars and untypes the character players.