“Man, that movie was messed up. Deep, but messed up,” said Jerry as they exited the theater.
“What do you mean?” asked Matt.
“Well, all the stuff about racism and desperation.”
“Didn’t see any of that…” Matt said doubtfully.
“It was metaphorical.”
“Tsk. You know why you see all of that stuff?” He tapped his head. “Because it’s inside you. It’s all in there.”
“And it’s not in you?”
“Not anymore.” Matt said. He grinned. “Rose-colored contacts. My heart is pure. I’m keeping my brain clean.”
Without noticing, he stepped off the curb into the path of the oncoming truck.
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