ARMY DAYS IV

(continued)

my arrival at fort dix, (ugh) new jersey must have been spectacularly uneventful because i can't recall the event.  i suspect we were fed, suitable military attire was probably issued, we were fed, and shown to our deluxe quarters, whatever.

the next morning on the chow (army talk) line (see, i catch on fast) i spotted one of the super-liberals from ccny. he used to buy several copies of PM to keep them in business. looks like he didn't escape the dragnet either.

my first breakfast was memorable with the world famous SOS death entree - gaaaah.  i thought this was standard.  i was wrong.  overall, army food was really good - better than my mom's.
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YEA - THE WEDDING

LIVE BLOG:

5:10 nothing going on - people really excited

5:13 on their way.  who?  all dressed up in  bentley.  someone ...

5:30 got my coffee.  fat royalty of europe enter westminster.  must be wearing lotsa elastic under garments.

5:33  no terrorists in sight.

5:35  where is joan rivers when you need her?

5:40 must get friday garbage out to curb.  excuse me.........

5:47 back from my garbage and recycling run.  that was more exciting than what's going on on my tv screen.

5:48 prince charles looks happy.  that was the greatest 10 seconds of his life.

5:49 yessss....  THE QUEEN IS WEARING A YELLOW HAT  the odds on favorite.

5:51  THE VIRGIN BRIDE ARRIVES.  wearing white.  her father checking to see whether his fly is closed.  yes it is.

5:52 people going crazy!!!!!

5:59 went to make breakfast.  hope i didn't miss anything.  nope.  microwave beeped.  my oatmeal is ready.

6:01 WHOA!  she looks gooood.  especially for a woman her age.  the coal miner's grand daughter really cleans up well.  what's she doing with this inbred geek, william?

6:06 william gives a lusty glance at bride walking down the aisle.  i don't wanr to know what he's thinking.

6:07 was that her mother.  i hate to see women cry.

 6:11 lotsa singing.  my oatmeal is good.

6:24 i think they're married.  boring stuff going on.  borring, boring, boooorrrriiiinnnng ..........

6:30  going brain dead from sevice.  no wonder royalty tend to incredible stupidity having to sit through this stuff.

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ARMY DAYS III

(continued)

NO REGRETS INDUCTION DAY

"g'bye, i'm out of here", and headed to the 177th street el station to catch the train to whitehall street induction center.

one thing you know when entering the military is that you can turn off all thinking processes.  you will be instructed as to anyrhing and everything you must do.  any deviation will be dealt with in accordance with their uniform code - like being married.  i could handle this.  bed, board, transportation, instructions, and spending money will be provided.

checked in at whitehall street.  did they ask my name?  did they look at me?  when is lunch?  where's the rest room?  i had no idea.  after the preliminary mishmash, whatever, there was a bus ride to fort dix (ugh) new jersey.

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wikipedia: "For many years, a military induction center was located at 39 Whitehall Street before being bombed by Sam Melville in 1969 and rendered unusable. Nearly three million Americans were inducted at the Army building which existed at the site from 1884 to the end of the Vietnam War. This center was made famous in Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant."<sup>[3"]

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JOHN BELUSHI EYES

donald trump is channeling john belushi.  looking into his eyes you can see the john belushi we all love from the movie, "animal house".  is there another way to explain the depths of stupidity and madness of trump's statements?

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AREN'T THEY MARRIED YET?

love london but you must remember they've been operating under a dog-eat-dog capitalist system longer than we have.

while in london just keep your hand on your wallet.  check the price of anything you handle and double check the denomination of the bills you turn over for the transaction. inspect your tabs and your change.

just kidding.  you'll be as safe as in your mother's arms.

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SENIOR CITIZEN DRESS CODE

old men's dress code is a serious issue.  your status is determined by how badly you can dress yourself.  beware of women's comments.  where were they when you needed them?

wear the most out of season, worn, ugly and unlikely combination of garments available.  of course you are constrained by the crappiness of your wardrobe.  the crappier the better.  in february wear shorts with a short sleeved, skimpy, worn shirt.  make sure your belly fat shows.  black socks and brown dress shoes are essential to show off your skinny very white legs with stringy muscles.

attitude and facial expressions add a dimension to your repulsiveness.  grimaces, squinting, and expressing hostility are pluses.

i must congratulate successful, intellectual geezers near college campuses because of their creative disgustingness.  it is definitely a peeing contest.  not shaving and needing a haircut are essentials.  no socks with your beach sandals or crocs.  the cheaper they appear to be the higher your status.

for some reason i haven't seen many plaid polyester patterns of late.  that generation may have died off already.  i wore my solid blue polyester blazer just the other day.  it will never die.  a million years from now it will still be perfect.  i recall stuffing it under my seat on a flight in 1975.  it must have been a few years old at that time.   i must admit i look goooood in it.  i try to be a contender.

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ARMY DAYS II

(continued)

most of the guys gritted their teeth and were drafted but i must give honorable mention to successful draft dodgers.

morty went to grad school and then broke his leg when he jumped over a tennis net just before his physical.

phil had tunnel vision preventing him to do something or other that the armed services needed.  he looked ok to me.  he never missed spotting a cute young woman.

artie had something, maybe an overbite, whatever.

walter walked into his physical with a (surprise, surprise) leg brace and a doctor's note and probably one from his mother. i had to listen to how they twisted his leg but they capitulated and rejected him. he wore out and outlasted the army doctors.  he went on later to be a psychologist and ruin many people's lives.

so sorry i can't remember the ones who were drafted and killed in action.

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ARMY DAYS I

i being an idiot thought that being drafted was inevitable and volunteered early thinking i was too smart to have any problems.  fortunately, i am blessed with an inordinate amount of dumb luck.  the korean war ended while i was midway into basic training.

amazingly the smartest guys i knew were drafted.  among them are george, harold, and bernie.

the ones i forget are those that were killed in action.

years later i worked with defense dept. chickenhawk draft dodgers.  for some strange unknown reason some of the goofballs at the defense dept. facility were exempted from the draft.  many of them would have served a much higher purpose if they were just gun fodder.

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THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING DONALD

all donalds are very important.  from the beginning you know the meaning of your name:

"   .... the meaning of Donald is "great chief; world mighty .... "

" .... Donald is an Anglicised version of a Scottish or Irish Gaelic personal name, containing the elements dumno "world" and val "rule", viz. "ruler of the world". ...... A short form of Donald is Don; pet forms include Donnie and Donny ....."

"Don·ald   .... 
a male given name: from Celtic words meaning “world” and “power.” ....
 
"don .......
1. ( initial capital letter ) Mr.; Sir: a spanish title prefixed to a man's given name.
2. (in Spanish-speaking countries) a lord or gentleman.
3. ( initial capital letter ) an Italian title of address, especially for a priest.
4. a person of great importance.
5. (in the English universities) a head, fellow, or tutor of a college.
6. (in the Mafia) a head of a family or syndicate. "

we, donalds, are so great.  nothing can stop us.  slings and arrows have no effect on our thick skins.  the name is a self fulfilling prophesy.  nothing humble about us donalds.

automatically, we are or must be (peggy noonan's words this morning) of the "leadership class**".  the rest of you can just go on with your trivial and meaningless lives. 

yea, DONALD TRUMP, granpa don, et al.

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**Peg·gy 

a female given name, form of Margaret

whoa - she's a self important little twit.  not a donald thats for sure.
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A SONG FOR THE DONALD:



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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART LXI): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

after starting college in the late '40s, nothing of interest happened for the rest of my life.

.... ummm ... must write something.............................

super-overachiever, walter had somehow obtained a girlfriend who lived near and attended monroe h. s.  during that year our guys still relationship challenged managed to freeload a ton of potato chips, pineapple chunks, and coke in wax-coated cups.  again there were interesting young women there but our guys didn't look for trouble.  we let trouble find us.  ...................... but it didn't.

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DOD - JUST SAYIN'

RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT
IS NOT TRENCH WARFARE

just a word about the defense department:

i'm sure that somewhere within dod there exists a group you can consider competent and efficient but having worked in several places i have rarely seen it.  gresham's law, "the bad drives out the good" applies to many aspects of life, and in dod personnel policies.  apparently the military uses the, "fill the trenches" approach to a strong defense.  sorry, general, this doesn't work.  all you get is a lot of noise with only attention getters at the core.

a lean organization is my recommendation (although easier said than done).  i know we must support the incompetent and business interests - then put them someplace else.

nevermind.

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TO THE GENERAL:  "THERE'S A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE FRONT LINE AND PAPER SHUFFLERS, FROM PAYROLL TO ENGINEERING".



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150TH BIRTHDAY - JUST SAYIN'

 for the third year in a row i'll be celebrating my 150th birthday.  never felt better.  its only a number - whatever.

my goal is to bankrupt the social security system and i may be succeeding.  actuarial tables (what do they know? - heh, heh) indicate i have an excellent chance of reaching my 150th birthday again next year.

kaf, kaf........

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C S LEWIS STUFF

just finished an audio lecture series about c s lewis.  he was a brilliant scholar and was gifted as a story teller.  many people are mesmerized by his coded religious ferver. 

his magical land of narnia is recognized as a mixture of many classical stories.  it was published in 1950; 10 years after the movie, the wizard of oz, from which i'm sure he cherry picked segments. 

in narnia, aslan, the lion's decoded identity is supposed to be jesus.  a lion?  what does he do for lunch?  eat his audience?

anyway in oz, i believe the wizard is jesus.  dorothy leaves oz, eden returning to kansas of her own free will.  seems that eden is not that great.

lewis' wardrobe as entry to a magical land is every child's fantasy.  going into a closet, or wardrobe, or the cabinet under the sink is a magical land all kids know.

how about, tom joad, in, the grapes of wrath as jesus.

or, alice, in alice in wonderland.  she is resurrected at the end from her adventure.

sorry, lewis fans i'm not impressed.

just sayin'.
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GO BRONX YANKEES

yankees are in first place - of course.  they're the YANKEES.  the new york yankees, actually the bronx yankees.  they always win. yea!

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DNA and the republican party

like einstein i run thought experiments.  this blog is the result of my incredible brain power:  

the problem with republicans is they are inbred.  their double stranded dna molecule is composed of almost identical dna strands.  there is no variety to their thought processes.  like lemmings they head for a cliff and jump off.

a cosmopolitan person like myself has two very different dna strands.  they talk to each other.  like this morning while washing up:

dna 1:  "someone needs a shower.  who could it be?"

dna 2: "there's only one person here.  it must be you."

dna 1: "maybe you're right.  i'll take your advice."

see, problems can be resolved if you have a proper genetic inheritance.

so sad, republicans are jerks forever.

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DIGRACEFUL, I KNOW I'M OUTRAGED.



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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART LX): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

COLLEGE APOLOGIA RECAP

being unskilled, untalented, and not understanding business, it was necessary to delay my debut in the world by attending college.  i'm sure this was true of most the people at my defense installation especially the management.

it seemed that selling something for a higher price than you obtained it for was at the very least unethical.  and seemed rather stupid., "college here i come."

surrounded by relatives who could talk the talk but were were of absolutely no help.  from my bs phd uncle giving me a wealth of bad advice to my mom who was not on drugs but might as well have been as she floated through her fantasy life.  the only advice i got from my dad working about 80 hours a week was, "stay out of the restaurant business.".

fortunately in those days the city college system was almost free because i cannot imagine my parents parting with the money necessary for nyu or another nyc school.

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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART LIX): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

the first time i entered the grounds of CCNY, i was awed.  i saw young people conversing and wondered what great, deep ideas they conveyed to each other.  this may have been the day the entrance exam was given.

artie and mortie were already college guys and already absorbing all that great stuff.

from the D train station i walked the hill to convent avenue to the college grounds.  being early i went up to amsterdam avenue, got a cup of coffee, put a nickel in the juke box and played some slow jazz song, which mrirrored my mood.  i reported to the test on time and did well enough to be accepted.  my mediocre h. s. grades plus my test score got me through the screening process - yea.

in those days the city colleges were practically free.  no tuition, and for less than $10 miscellaneous fees you could sign up for a full course load but that was in the old-old days.

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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART LVIII): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

for persons accepted to the new york city public colleges tuition was free ,,, free ... YES, FREE spelled F ... R ... E... E... but that was in the old days when no one had any money, when the joads were liberal, not republicans.  my mom who could talk the talk would be difficult when necessary to ante up the tuition for a private college.

i was accepted to both ccny and brooklyn college.  ccny was easier to travel to and all my neighborhood guys were either there or going to go there and being a great scholar all the gorgeous available coeds at brooklyn college were  not a factor in my selection.  actually i didn't know of brooklyn college's reputation.

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TEA PARTY: MODERN DAY COSSACKS

take from the poor and defenseless and give to the rich.  don't give  them a chance to rise above poverty.  if they don't beg for handouts, let them starve. 

civilized modern day cossacks no longer ride in and physically destroy people.

cossacks don't have kids or yeast infections.  cossacks give kids and yeast infections.  yea cossacks!

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PUTTING LIPSTICK ON THE TEA PARTY.

after all is said and done the tea party is still comprised of pigs. 

just sayin'.

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the real disaster in this country is that the new york yankees lost two of three in boston this past weekend.  winners, like the yankees should win.  losers like the tea party should lose.

an imperfect world.
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FROM YOUTUBE:

"Blue smoke goes drifting by, Into the deep blue sky

When i think of home i sadly sigh
Oh I can see you there, with loving tears in your eyes
as we finally said our last goodbyes
And as I sail away, with a longing to stay
I promised to be true and to love only you
Blue smoke goes drifting by in to the deep blue sky
My memories of home will never diE.


We're studying this at school.
SQueezed01 11 months ago


Karaitiana wrote 'Blue smoke' on the troop ship Aquitania, in 1940 off the coast of Africa, when a friend drew his attention to some passing smoke. During the war he served in the Middle East with the 28th New Zealand (Maori) Battalion. He led the battalion concert party, and he was one of the few survivors of its original 17-member choir. Although it was performed at troop concerts during the war, Blue smoke was rejected by London publishers.


DirtyDefeatist 11 months ago "
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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXXVII): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

except for my army service time, my senior term at de witt clinton high school was probably the least stressful time of my life.  no thought was required.

my coursework included quantitative .. or was that qualitative chemical analysis class (who the hell knows) was mostly spent sitting around the lab bsing while waiting for something to heat up, dry, hydrate, filter, change color or some other stupid thing.  and doc guernsey's fun history class where we learned that truman had just taken california to beat whatzisname .. (unbeatable) dewey.

lunchtime was spent at a luncheonette across moshulu parkway having my tuna sandwich and coffee while reading jimmy cannon's column in the new york post.

its tough being college bound.

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JUST SAYIN'

i was going to take the day off in sympathy with the guvmint shutdown and the end of civilization because of the phony teapartiers who have subverted the meaning of our revolutionary founding fathers legacy but i see that we have survived, sorta'.

now, i have nuthin' to say.

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well, i'll take the day off anyway.

bye!
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NO DEAL! RAND PAUL IS ".. PERPLEXED .."

i'm perplexed.  y'know that even in hitler's germany women could get counseling and health care.

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SHUT DOWN!

NO DOUGH, NO SHOW

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IT WON'T BE OVER 'TILTHE FAT LADY SINGS



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THERE IS NO INFLATION

there is no inflation.


there is no inflation.


there is no inflation.


there is no inflation.
 
there is no inflation.


there is no inflation.

there is no inflation.

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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXXVI): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

 artie and morty were already active in a club at the 92nd street Y.  i was told the guys were very selective but they let me in anyway. most of them went to stuyvesant or monroe high school. no science h. s. geeks here.

my greatest lifetime athletic achievement occurred when i was selected to swim the first leg of a four man relay race in a club competition.  i think my club hoped that i wouldn't drown.  in an average guy sorta way i was a fairly good swimmer.  i could hold my breath a long time while plowing through the water.  not having to breathe is an asset when under water.

i swam my lap well ahead of the other competition since the other clubs used their weaker swimmers for the first lap.  finishing well ahead of the field allowed my team to win easily.  i was a star for at least an hour and half - yea.

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JUST SAYIN'

woke up about 11:30 pm last night and watched the conclusion of the uconn-butler championship game.  found myself rooting for butler but to no avail.  someone has to lose.  this isn't little league.

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i admire republican governors walker, kasich, et al as they keep one slightly civilized step ahead of mideast dictators.  they haven't shot at any protesters yet have they? mubarek was still worse than them.

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job creator

they say that democrats are stifling the efforts of mysterious job creators.  only republicans and tea party people can see them.  they are something like apparitions, ghosts, and spirits.  i know any tax cuts i get go right into my mattress.

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i really appreciate right wing spokesmen for worrying about my grandchildren but not worrying about me.  their  phantasmic spectral ideology really make me feel secure.

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FROM MY GRAMMA'S HOUSE



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HOUSTON - NCAA

winner of ncaa stays in houston for one week.  loser stays two weeks.

yes, nuthin'.

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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXXV): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

ENGINEERS NEED NOT APPLY

i'm proud to say that none of the guys i hung out with were engineers.  my guys were educated.  their graduate educations included columbia law, university of california (physics), harvard law, columbia international affairs, columbia teachers college, and a psychologist who probably ruined many people's lives.  he did marital counseling.  being divorced of course made him an expert.

no good deed goes unpunished.  since i've always avoided doing good deeds, i really don't understand why i was punished and had to work with engineers for 30 years or starve to death?  yes, needed a job.

(to be continued)

note to engineers:  anyone can find technical information in BOOKS, stupid.

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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXXIV): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

present day columbus circle area

our mixers continued for a couple of years until the core group of guys entered college (where there were more interesting events) and the young ladies got married off (thank you, great spirit).

there was the automat and a large cafeteria around or near columbus circle where we could hang out until the morning hours.  they are long gone.

florence's older sister, a 20 year old single mom having left her thug husband or vice versa once in a while wandered through our mixers in her homemakers clothes.  she may have been a good target for a hit-and-run smart assed college kid but a slow high school mid-teen needs more incentive than just receiving a glance.

her younger sister, xena, ,,, ummm .. zena, .... ummm ... zelda, ... ummm .. zera, ... ummm ... zero or something, whatever, eventually got married, moved to lawn guyland, ny, never to be seen or heard from again.


my only regret from this time was missing a spring boat ride on the hudson river because i was too uppity to attend.  everyone reported they had a great time, possibly because there were no wet blankets present.


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ON THE WAY TO THE FINAL FOUR ---- JUST SAYIN'

AFTERNOON MUSINGS -

after reading, mike wise's column in the wapo, i'm rooting for vcu or butler for the championship.  his point was that these guys are at the height of their basketball fame and is a significant event in their lives.  for the showboats on kentucky and uconn this is just a stepping stone .

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love the beach.  if the bp oil spill doesn't get you the radiation from nuclear facilities will.

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lockerbie bomber, megrahi  has decided that he wants to go back to his scottish prison.  he's had enough of libya.

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why do i have to put up with the nitwits of the world?  rev. terri jones decides to burn a koran (any rational person can see its a bunch of paper) and the uncivilized masses want to kill all of us.  i am the only sane person in this universe.

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the michelle bachman jackboots, black shirt, and armband is expected to be very popular during her run for the presidency.

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gotta go.  final four warmup time.

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179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART XXXXXIII): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY

(continued)

buxom marcia's sweet sixteen party was held at the iceland night club where the painted chorus girls were ancient, maybe 20 years old.  skinny energetic lynn jumped into my lap.  i threw her off of course.  what else does a 15 year old kid do?  i should have checked with Silvio Berlusconi or other new jersey resident.

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ON SCHOOL TESTING

amazingly, to myself and anyone that knows me, i scored in the top 1% on the science comprehension part of the city college entrance exam.  i know, everybody says that they had that score but actually i really did.  was there something wrong with the test?  maybe.

certainly it affected me the rest of my life.  since receiving that score i never have to more than glance at a printed page to absorb all the content and nuances that it contains.  i am actually too smart to read anything. 

"uhhhh?  was that a stop sign i just went through?"

"sorry, officer."

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Anything you can do, I can do better:



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