The only Yiddish words I know are schmuck, putz, mensch, schtup, kugel, and schtetl, but I'm trying to learn more. I read and write a lot. I don't mess with meat. My best friend's name is Jackson, but I call him Papa. He's small and pees when he gets too excited and licks my face when I come home. I went to the same high school as Color Me Badd. Being a product of the Oklahoma City public school system and the child of working class immigrants has made me appreciate a good fucking cuss word. When I sneeze, the gods tremble. If I'm not reading, I'm complaining; if I'm not complaining, I'm reading. For the past few months, I've felt like a mixture of "Turn the Page" and the last eleven words of The Unnamable.
