As Long as You Can Back Up the Claim

Cars shout at one another; their drivers bate expletives back and forth�" verbal tennis. Typical five o’clock deadlock traffic. These attractions/distractions hold zero interest to apartment 123. In a stark white, military-like clean room Jeremy resides. He sits; on top his marine blue covers over cream-colored bed. His cafe au lait-freckled legs cross; head bent golden-hazel eyes hold intense focus.He scans a dictionary; finger gliding over words. Justice: the quality of being just; fairness. Finger slides down. Justice (law:) upholding what is just; especially fair treatment. Flips pages; Crime: a violation of the law. Flips pages; Vigilante: one who takes the law into their own hands. Flips pages; Hero: one admired for brave and great acts, He ponders; “justice is one’s opinion. Just for one is mistreat for another.” He unzips his duffle bag; notes a mask, speaker phone, teargas grenades, and a hand-written note. Then, zips it back up. Returns to his thoughts. “When one stands against injustice, their idea of injustice. Half scream criminal; the other praise his brave acts.” “One side brand him; crazed, unnecessary vigilante. The other chant hero. History recycles this tale; a needle-stuck record. An optical illusion; one’s view point changes the tale.” He smirks. Puts the duffle bag over his shoulder. Closes the door. Perception drives justice. Justice drives perception.

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Very well written! Perceptions are not always truth, but so difficult to manage.
How many walk this fine line, believing their actions are good and right.