Now I'll never know why that one white car seems to have plowed into the other lane of traffic or say, what the hell that has to do with the sniper attacks to begin with.
This is reminiscent of some of the rought drafts I'd turn in which consisted of one or two semi-coherant paragraphs and then disintegration into a trail of Journey lyrics:
For this project, I interviewed my older sister, Melissa. She is twenty-three, with two adorable red headed children. The targeted child is Courtney, her daughter of just under one year. I found myself growing disheartened throughout the interview, and by the end considerably disgusted. I had planned to edit it to supply a more rosy outlook, but found it to be useless. There is a reoccurring theme: she is largely unhappy with her decision to have children. They say that the road aint no place to start a family. Right down the line it's been you and me. Annn luuuuuuvin' a music man ain't all it's supposed to be.
Ohhhhh giiiirrrrl. You staaand. By me. I'm foreeeever yoooooours--