John Pinkman Research Paper
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In a room where there is a rainbow mountain of clothes of all different colors, styles, and sizes on the ground, laid myself, a young 20 year old named John Pinkman, that was just making it as an architect in New York City and I’m on a bed that was covered in pizza grease, pudding stains, and ripped edges. At this point I’m in the deepest sleep when the sound of construction work outside wakes me up. My crystal blue eyes opened in a sudden flash. I looked at the time on the dented cable box and it read 7:56am in a faded green light in the center of the cable box. In one motion I threw my greasy ripped covers off of me and jump out of my bed, I grab my suit that I left on my door the night before and I race down stairs while tripping over a