I’m only aware of the indecencies brought before me, rarely the ones I go out and seek. This is my blindness. That’s why I don’t read newspapers or stop in department stores to check out the stacked floor to ceiling TV sections. That’s why I sold my bottom basement vote to the lowest bidder right after I sold my soul to the one who promised the most and delivered the least. That’s why my parking tickets are soaked in kerosene and made into mobiles, hung perfectly placed to flick lit matches at. That’s why I have a La-Z-Boy. That’s why my heroes bleed their words from bloodied fingers on to paper and bloodied mouths into air. That’s why I drive as far as I do and pack cold cut sandwiches to save money… money for gas because I still have such a long way to go.