In my words, March 4 – 10

… Thursday after class as I walked down Fourteenth Street in the cold drizzling rain, I stopped at the Duane Reade on Third Avenue and asked, “Do you have an enema bag?” “Enema?” the Bengali fellow asked. “Enema,” I repeated. He led me to the pet food. “Enema,” I said, “not animal.” He led me…

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