Sipping my morning cocoa, I look over towards the large flat-screen television that I keep in my kitchen. It has been programmed to show running counts of all the videos I’ve made this year. It reads: “LANCE THOMAS: 4 VIDEOS”.
“Four? Looks like the damn thing’s busted again,” I mutter under my breath, walking over to the faulty device. But a few hard taps with my fist do not change the total that it displays. “I’ll have to get that fixed one of these days,” I say to myself as I return to my seat.