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I would call that a perfectly good, decent, sensible idea. I had it all to myself and I wasn’t going to waste a minute. It was time to put this idea into action. Focus groups must be conducted--- polls must be taken. The question must be resolved once and for all. Was I to be a half-caf, pale penumbra, who couldn’t find and didn’t know his place, or a “real cool dude, in the nation of like: “it’s like, my bad “

Up until now, I did not fit snuggly into either group, but the idea came to me that I must procure my papers, and pick a side. I was to be in the latter, a member of the: it’s like group. After all I always wanted to be hip. Time to get there. Make it so.

What was now necessary was to learn the vernacular of these people, these strangers who spreak different. I must study them closely. How they talk. How they act. How they walk. I shall wear my cap backwards. I shall show 3 inches of boxer shorts. I shall shout props. I shall never smile. Yep, now is the time for all good men, to come to the world of their betters.

And when it’s done, I will be a member of the cool posse. That ought to come in useful, in the advent of another world war.

Thank you, that will now conclude the evening’s entertainment.

C.F.