The Gray Scale

Apparently I'm turning gray.  Shit, that scares me; it reminds me of the steel-gray skies, the gray hands that dug up my potatoes, the bastard dogs that followed me to school through the gray snow, the gray eyes that stared me up and down for my lack of hat, the gray meat, my gray apartment building and the one next to that and the one next to that...in Ukraine.

Three people have called me gray since Saturday!  What the fuck.

I've bought some zinc, folic acid, and omega-3.  I really don't want to be gray (but if I were, I'd want to be the fourth from the right above).

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