If grey is not a color, than black and white have lost their way. It was just this one simple persepectief that was scribbled in black Sharpie pen across his wall. It hadn’t been there before he had gone out, hadn’t been there in the morning when he woke up and had not been there on his wall for the previous six years he had been living there. But when he came home from work, with the burrito in his backpack and the sixpack in his hand, it was the first thing he noticed when he turned on the lights.
Sitting there on the couch, burrito in hand, beer by his side, with CNN on mute, he re-read the statement over and over till he fell asleep; as usual with food on his face and politics on his mind.
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