I guess that sometime then I started reading this guy Wilhelm Reich.
Sometime last year, I started frequently googling "why am I poor" and "how do I stop being poor".
Sometime later, when I started telling him about my eccentricities, he told me that everyone was different, and maybe the strange things I did were normal, or maybe they weren't, but it didn't matter, because normal people stank.
He also told the Paris Review: "Sometime in late 1991, I started writing something new and didn't know what it would be – a novel, a short story, a long story.
I'd always enjoyed drawing and painting, but sometime around 2010 I started experimenting with collage art and something just clicked for me.
Sometime in the 2000s, I started getting mail from San Quentin misdelivered to my house.
I started sometime during college because, as a student who had sat through innumerable lectures, I enjoyed and appreciated when professors included rare moments of levity to make a point, enrich a metaphor, or even just keep us awake.
"'Shinkansen' was a song I started sometime late last year but I ended up putting it aside for reasons I can't remember," he told THUMP over email.
Sometime in the 1990s, I started writing occasional book reviews for The Los Angeles Times.
That is, I started watching sometime soon after the first overtime period started.
