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All the PicturesPotatoes. Instant potatoes at that. This was the meal of the evening. A plastic field half filled with a pasty hot goo that claimed to be somehow derived from a potato. Thoughtlessly, Jimmy gulped it down as he stared blankly at his computer screen. On the monitor showed a blank fresh page, even whiter than his potato mush. The screen was ludicrously devoid of all similarity of every color than white. There was no hint of the black eccentric that was supposed to have filled fifteen such screens by now. His end point story on the many a(prenominal) recurring symbols of questioned manliness in a novel he had read in his English class was collectable the next class, which was in twelve hours to be exact. He was in no hurry to kibosh, or to even start, this task. He was content with his blank agaze and eating.This was a typical scene in Jimmys room clothes strewn around the floor and on his bed, his black chair covered with unread books and separate to his brok en fan, his desk in utter disarray and covered with various pieces of paper and assorted plates and glasses from weeks past. In the center of it all always flummox down Jimmy, idly staring at his computer screen with a verbalism that appeared barren of any thought or emotion. Pretty much any night of the week, you could find Jimmy in this exact position, and usually with the aforementioned(prenominal) meal in his hands and the same clothes in the same spots. One thing you could say for Jimmy, he was definitely reliable. Yet, he had non always been like this, or so it would seem. If one was so given to almost physically drag a story out of Jimmy, it would be raucous and amazingly entertaining, and probably filled with opposite kinds of liquor and different names of different women. But right after he would finish the story, he would fidget uncomfortably in his computer chair until the interloper of his room grew so uneasy himself that he would leave. He would just sit in his chair in silent boredom with everything about life, with no signs of any intentions to start to do anything about it.On his desk sat many pictures, some of him, some of his friends, some of his dog. Almost without fail, everyone of those pictures had Jimmy or someone else doing something absolutely ludicrous with huge stupid grins on their faces, and enjoying themselves and enjoying life.