March 22, 2016

Back when I was a boy, the lights had no color. Disappeared in the sunlight. More than colorblind, I was deaf. Movements were irregular, choppy. There's a time and place for everything. But not now.

Back when I was a boy, there were a hundred and fifty-one to find, collect. And I always had sweaty hands from those damn batteries that kept falling out, the cover lost in time.