Grandpa’s Sunglasses

Now I’m back to write a brand-new essay dressed in black. Grandpa’s sunglasses: Turn out the lights! I have a big green hat on.

Are you hyperactive yet? Let’s block the evil sunlight together. These are the expensive kind, very rare. In fact, priceless; because they were taken from my actual grandfather. (There’s all sorts of fine print when you’re dealing with international sanctions; everything’s easier said than done, and this type of endeavor is capital intensive.) My grandpa’s asleep, so I was able to walk away with fame and cars. All I need now are some hockey cleats.