Somebody made a joke a little while ago.
It was a good joke. Not a sophisticated joke, but a good one. I could have made the same joke but didn’t have the right information in my head at the time. Someday, though, I might have made that joke.
Now I can’t. Now, it’s his joke.
I wish life would stop distracting me. Soon, all the jokes will be gone and there’ll be none left for me to make.