Just about every Sunday at 8pm I get together with a group of friends. We mostly sit around the table, poke fun at the past weeks current events and pop culture, we play games and generally laugh. There may or may not be beer involved. About a year ago, before settling into a game, I asked around the table for a pencil. My buddy pulled out a freshly sharpened, sleek jobby with a pristine pink eraser. It was jet black and glistened in the volcanically, fluorescent lights of the basement. I took it from his hands and marveled at it. Knowingly he, nodded his head in silence as if to say, "Oh, yeah. That's right." He then muttered three words in a tone of superiority, "Mirado Black Warrior". Which, is not the name of a new Peter Jackson film, but rather the name of the pencil. As the last year has gone by, I never missed out on an oppurtunity to borrow a pencil from my buddy. And hey if it slips into my pocket on the way home...such it life. But, the last few Sundays there have been no Mirado Black Warriors! It seems Walgreens is plum out. So my only option obviously was to google the darn thing to see where I could get some of my own.
But Morrison, it's just a pencil right. Well, maybe. In the same way that a Ferrari is just a car, or a Rolex is just a watch. And I could go on and tell you all about it, in great and glorious detail, but I don't have to.
Because this guy did.
And in case you're wondering what one might write about a pencil, here's an excerpt:
"Of course, the Black Warrior smells heavenly because of its cedar construction, and sharpening a rounded wooden pencil is a breeze with any quality sharpener. And there are always some times that a very sharp and light-marking pencil is exactly the tool for the job, such as writing in precious LOA volumes. Still, with the softest grade, one can enjoy the smoothness and the darkness of a fine American pencil."
Morrison out.
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