Moose used to work with this guy. This guy was a corporate attorney who left his corporation to campaign for Obama. While doing god's work, John wore many hats. On election day, however, his role was pretty straightforward: Go into a downtrodden project in a Boston neighborhood and remind people that it was election day. This project wasn't as straightforward as it seemed, unfortunately.
John began on the top floor intent on working his way down and out (no pun intended) of the building. After a couple forgettable moments that followed his knock on the door, it opened. A black man in his mid to late twenties unassumingly stepped back and to the side as though he was expecting someone. Just as a cloud of cigar smoke hit John's nose, his eyes darted across the room into its open space. There below a cloud of swirling smoke, several men in their mid to late twenties gathered in a circle, each of them seated on a couch and chairs and smoking his own cigar. At center there was an elderly white man, presumably entirely nude, though only visible from the torso up, sitting in a wash basin.
All of them turned their attention to the stranger standing in the doorway. Dumbfounded, John wondered if he was dreaming. What could possibly explain this?
"Vote for Obama," he managed before turning towards the stairwell and never turning back.
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