Descriptive Lead: Save Me From Myself

Grey. Gloomy grey. Gruesome, gloomy grey. The colour of mucky, boring clothing that people work out in. Grey. The colour of imbalance and uncertainty. There is no shock that my life mirrors the colour. That is the colour that I am constantly surrounded by. My workplace, where I spend 6 days a week, and work 10 hour shifts. My car, which is a grey oldsmobile. My apartment, which is so dull. Dull and grey. All I ever think about is living in the suburbs, with a family, a dog, and the all American lifestyle, rather than working 10 hour shifts at the Ford assembly line, installing brake pads, after brake pads, after brake pads. So inturn, this is my escape. My utopia. This is where I kill all the monotony.