Before that day, I hated that all I was, was static on an old TV ; a scrambled channel in a forgotten motel room.
My soul flickered aimlessly, akin to a cigarette stubbed out and forgotten on a sidewalk.
Then something appeared, like a missing frequency, and I found my signal.
Suddenly, I was a channel worth watching, a story unfolding in color, and not just shades of gray.
Rodeyo
