Paint it Black

“I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.”
– Rolling Stones

Your humble narrator gets back scratches tonight. After grabbing a couple burgers for dinner tonight, El and I stopped to fill up the Trooper with a little petro. While yours truly was pumping, Elise quietly chimes “I see a mirror and I want it painted black…”

My head tilts and I ask politely “What tune do you have there?”

“Paint it Black”

“… It’s red door. ‘I see a red door and I want it painted black’…” I retort.

“No it’s not… It’s mirror. ‘I see a mirror and I want it painted black.’ Wanna bet? Back scratches?” She rebuttals.

“Okay.” Said me. I grinned on the inside.

We got home. I honestly forgot about the bet as I had scooped up a recent copy of the Thrifty Nickel and had begun reading. Elise slipped into the office to do something on her computer. She came into the living room shortly after and announced “My life has just been completely changed… I honestly thought it was ‘I see a mirror and I want it painted black.'”

That’s okay though – I was always the guy who thought AC/DC was singing “Thirty three and the Thunder Chief

I get back scratches tonight. Goodnight.

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