i am a man who has been getting nothing but dirty breaks. they could clean and tighten my brakes, but i would have to stay in the garage all night.
on meet the zone defense, ralph kramden in the fact that he will not be running for president. however, he will be running the boston marathon. i will not attempt to hand him, or anyone else there, an anti-war hand out.
when i was in high school, there was an assistant principal named mr. staples. i used to call him mr. office max. that line was always on target.
why did i run into walls in high school? what is it a metaphorical escape from prison, an attempt to break up the monotony, if just for a second, proof of my immense immaturity, something to do, a chance to hear my name chanted? probably all of that. all i know is that when i was lying on the floor afterward, i felt an energy, a freedom, that no good grade on a test ever matched.
when i was kid, there was an asian kid in my neighborhood named fu. he was a good guy, but we couldn't quite see beyond his race. we would always call him fu man chu. after saying it a fu times, i knew it wasn't quite right, even at 8, but i kept doing it.
fu, i'm sorry. i am a product of a sick society. i know that's no excuse, but it's true regardless.
you were a good baseball player.
better than all us ignorant white motherfuckers.
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