Inordinately fatigued, the father of four entered his domain and fed electricity to his favorite friend. Lights blaring from the screen were a lifeless blue against the walls but brilliantly magnificent in his eyes. The content, viewer's discretion whether or not advised, worked to revive, nourish, and resurrect his self-forsaken soul. He was now king of the castle, having faced, not unlike a primal warrior, a crippling long day battling traffic and corporate normalcy. Victory now in his grasp, a world of choices beckoned as he, with casual indulgence, reaped his reward... one uninterrupted hour in front of the television.
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