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My story? I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends and... uh... my thermos. I'm not a bum. But I am a jerk.
Should I kill myself? |
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