The city is sleeping, a humid wind blowing the leafs from the street, the dim light winks from the corner of the building where a few men are waiting to enter.

....and the **** hit the fan

She walked in wearing the shortest skirt I had ever seen.

Out of site out of mind... :)

Why did this have to happen to me?

it was a dark and stormy night...

How did I get here?

" I wrote this book for the fortune and fame it will bring me." 8)

@Hdryer, lol

When truth is stranger than fiction....

First sentence: "My past is a foreign land; things are done differently there."

And the last sentence: "Where are we going Tenente?" The gun is heavy. "Home" I whispered "We're going home."

aside my two favorite opening lines in literature are "Who's there?" (Hamlet) and "Call me Ishmael" (Moby Dick)