- Objects chosen: a jar of thumbtacks, an empty Pabst beer can, an extra Macbook Pro Charger, and a first aid kit.
- The jar is clear and see through just like the thumbtacks it holds inside of it. The tacks are several inches high, around three, layered around each other and climbing over each other. Each tack has a small silver sword attached to it as if it is going to need to defend itself at any moments. Few things in the world are as sad as an empty beer can, especially Pabst, it’s not even that good! It lays there, on a concrete step, laying on its side half-crumpled and pathetic. The silver outside glitters using the light coming in from a near-by window. An extra Macbook Pro Charger lays across my bedroom floor plagued by its own existence. The long white coord-that is somehow still never long enough for wherever I need it go to, is beyond tangled. When is it ever not tangled? The cord is not solid white, after having it for several years there are black smudges all over it, from what I do not know. It does not get used that much, as it is my extra cord, how does it get so dirty? An old-fashioned white metal first aid kit sits on the wall in a cold corner of my garage. It is about ten inches across and six inches tall. The latch on the top is half-rusted off and impossible to open. The outside of it has a sticker that reads, “Meets OSHA requirements for industry”. Thank God I was nervous. Wouldn’t want OSHA arresting my parents.
- i. Every time I get a paper-cut I reach for the stark white square first aid kit sitting in the corner of my garage, mounted on a wall, hardly letting any light touch it. It is dark and dingy over there. The latch on this first aid kit is rusty, is that not an oxymoron? I am going to need medical attention after turning to this box of help for medical care. There are no tetanus shots in this box!
- ii. As Chad sits in his living room for the third night alone in a row, with his second Pabst beer of the night, he begins to question some of his life choices. He was in college, everyone goes to college to drink! Who cares about school anyways. The half empty silver beer can sits in his hands. Somehow they always becomes half crumpled every time he starts to drink them.
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