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Today I set out to tell the silent yet important story of every Denny’s employee’s worst nightmare. I think the image speak for itself, for the most part.

We see things in such an array of muddled colors. If we were to simplify this to a black and white scale with 50 shades of varied gray in the middle, the world might suddenly make a little more sense to us in ways we never imagined. You may have understood how a Denny’s employee would feel to see such a crime scene… but have you ever truly felt that way? Have you truly been there with them? Stare into this photo and become one with the chaotic and honest Denny’s midnight shift.

Also, this photo being in black and white is sparing you some of the details. The second drink in the foreground, with the thick straw protruding above, is a water. It is not clear. You do not want to know what color it is.

Our prompt was to tell the story of friends or family this week.

This is Garfield. He’s seven years old and has been part of my family since October 2012. There are very few things in this world I’ve ever been able to love as consistently and without fail as cats. I love this guy more than I could ever say.

And the story I’m telling? You can see him here, waking up from a nap to get up and walk over to eat food before going to go sleep again. A grandiose tale indeed.

The theme of the week was “your culture”. My culture is… well… it’s not very interesting, necessarily. If you trace it up, you’re just going to keep seeing American as far as you go. United States of American, that is. I’m not saying that’s a good thing or a bad thing… it’s just a thing thing.

My dad’s side of the family is from Sacramento for a long ways up, and my mom’s side of the family is from the New York area. If you follow my dad’s side up far enough, you should eventually find some prince of Scotland, or something along those lines. I’m not entirely sure.

But here’s a picture of a Union Pacific freight engine. Because that’s pretty American.