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many years ago after a night of heavy drinking, an old friend and i were chased into an enclosed parking lot by some gentlemen who had baseball bats. they beat the living shit out of us--he got the worst of it, though---from what i remember, i was hit in the head pretty quickly and was knocked out, but he tried to fight them.
i woke up in an emergency room in a hospital about 50 miles away. i have no idea how we got there.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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