I wasn't born with issues. I acquired them the way fish acquired limbs
in order to walk on land. You didn't know me back then. There were many
laws, but few arrests. The news always seemed to be showing funerals.
Blue was a different color. Prospective employers shook their heads
when I told them I was self-taught. The motions of time got harder and
harder to understand, like babushkas who drank a fifth a day. Perhaps I
didn't need friends. Perhaps what I needed were accomplices. A man I
had just met offered me an unsolicited piece of advice: "Go fuck
yourself." I hurried off as if eager to try.
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