black Mr. Burns, came by.
“Hey, look what I found,” he
said.
“What’ve you got?”
“A camera.”
I’ll never forget that camera. It
was a digital camera. We bought it
from him, and I took it and turned
it on. It was full of pictures of a nice
white family on vacation, and I felt
like shit. The other things we’d
bought had never mattered to me.
Nikes, electric toothbrushes,
electric razors. Who cares? Yeah,
some guy might get fired because of
the pallet of Corn Flakes that went
missing from the supermarket, but