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my accomplice has some sort of mild a.d.d. and says after a pause: he's the funniest jew i have ever met. there's broken glass all over the parking lot and a woman in her car twists in her seat uncomfortably to tell her kids to please shut up. there are slapping sounds and whines. the dad will come back from the diner soon with doggie bags filled with soggy chicken fried steak all folded and stacked ontop of the other like unhealthy lips. the only thing i can remember my oldest brother saying to me my entire life is when we were driving in his car to his friend's apartment at nighttime to watch rushmore and i said something about badly drawn boy. he said "how do you know about badly drawn boy? he's pretty obscure." and i said "oh. i dunno. is he?" and he said "yeah. is his new album any good?" "not so much. it reminds me of the grocery store. he's not that obscure." (pause.) "the grocery store?" "yeah, albertson's. the atmosphere." (pause) "i thin--oh. there was a speedbump there." he was always in his room playing with his electronics set.
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