I called myself a decent crack addict.
I consider myself in decent shape.
Meanwhile, as I saw for myself, normal, decent people, denied the chance to lead normal lives, become progressively more resentful.
One of them was to try to figure out whether I would be able to afford to pay myself a decent salary this year and also hire a couple of workers.
Believing myself a decent and responsible person, I had every intention of marrying her; but, even if I hadn't wished to, there was no question of my having a choice now that she had "given me her virginity".
I always fancied myself a decent writer, but when I turned in a sloppy writing assignment to a famously stern professor, he handed it back with some extraordinarily critical commentary.
Is there any way I can protect myself, assuming a decent password is no defence?
In the course of two decades of delusionally casting myself as a decent cook, I had sharpened my knives not once.
I buy from my local butchers, but whenever I find myself in another decent butcher I buy a few rashers just to see what it's like.
