12
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It's true. My backside is covered by this mat of thick
black hair, as if my ancestry had missed or even broken
one of the more civilized wrungs of the proverbial
evolutionary ladder, and, naked there at the kitchen
table that morning, I had nothing better to do but
wallow in my own ineptitude, pouring myself over the
classified section of a liberal news weekly, the kind
found near convenience store exits, owning little more
than the bowl in front of me and the spoon in my hand,
a full pack of cigarettes, a half empty cereal box, and
an empty carton of milk, along with a pencil and a pad
of paper, which was green stenographer-type stuff.—Cedric
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