My vice keeps with me treasures beyond comprehension, worth beyond substitution and compliance without ridicule. As I sit here watching over my vice I have come to a realization that between these two panels lays a corkscrew of immense strength, a compliant and well-structured aid to the life around me.
Sure, I could surrender and give my vice away, but as look carefully at my half completed sandwich, I know for sure that my vice will continue to wait patiently, with determination knowing that I will return, to continue to savor the benefits and opportunities my vice contributes to my life and activities.
So to the many extremists and evangelists who demand that I comply, I recognize and acknowledge the dangers of my vice. To those who demand I understand fully the consequences and risks associated with using my vice. To all who would have me surrender my vice to the garbage bin, I say to you, be gone.
My vice is without substitution, my most useful possession, my most reliable tool and at times my most relinquishing friend. To asked to put it aside or to desist from (something practiced, professed, or intended) is not as simple as it sounds, my little red beast has continually stood by me during long periods of solitude and contemplation.
As, I look down upon my vice my hand once again remains resolute, I am the renegade. For the last thirty years my vice has always remained reliable and allowed me to stay focused on the task at hand.
Be gone those who would demand I surrender my little red beast.