Glass Gotta Break.
The Happy Lodgers in this House -- let's call them Harry and Nancy, shall we? -- gaze adoringly at Harry's old championship boxing gloves, from the glory days of his youth.
Harry and Nancy are good people. And so are the many neighborly citizens gathered at their window.
But there are problems within and without this People's House. Everything in this home is in disrepair, and is a hair's breath away from being condemned. Perhaps Harry and Nancy, being simply the lodgers, were not the initiators of these problems; all evidence points to the Landlord. But it's Harry and Nancy who are going to have to confront that Landlord.
So, while Harry and Nancy are mesmerized by the stateliness of the Boxing Gloves, noting how the dry powder in the leathery creases gives them an oh-so-gritty, authentic sheen, the worried neighbors continue to gather at the window. At first its just a few fellow citizens, but their numbers are ever increasing.
Somewhere along the way, Harry and Nancy forgot the context in which the gloves were to be put behind glass; the design for the Emergency Kit slowly morphed into a museum piece.
But in this House, the very foundational integrity is in jeopardy. The phones are tapped. There are rumors that secret prisoners are hidden away in the basement. The only thing that isn't broken in this House is the glass that's supposed to get broken.
Glass Gotta Break.
The criminally negligent Slumlord must be brought up on charges. And we know from experience that this particular Slumlord and his Management Company will fight the charges by any means at their disposal.
And the world gathers at the window.
In one way or another, Glass Gotta Break.
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