exhibit n

I am staring at these zebra-fur pants that i have neatly folded on the metro shelves in my bedroom, stealing glances every few minutes as if they might disappear without my careful watch. I wore them for halloween -- my old housemate and I dressed up as seigfreid and roy -- and they were borrowed from MGFH (my gay friend, hal). I felt silly and cool in them on halloween and I check them out from time to time, wondering if I'll ever slide them over my ass again. probably not. But, for some reason, I haven't returned them yet. (MGFH has reminded me to return them a couple of times, always including the following message: "And please don't dry clean them because they're very expensice and I have a place that I trust." I thought it necessary to include that.)

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all these words 1999 todd levin.