Photographed by Tyler Buschman
“Blacks and whites!” I told them. “Nothing more than blacks and whites…” And I was right. But so were they. Blacks and whites are clean. They’re simple. They’re safe. But I didn’t care. I saw color. I saw color and wanted to show them what they were missing. But they’d never seen color. You can’t know what you can’t see. So there I sat, selling cars to horsemen. Nothing more than an unwanted luxury. And I get it. I really do. But if you ever grow old of the blacks and the whites, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.