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May 30, 2006 19:05

he picked me up.

we were sitting around on picnic tables and they were speaking zulu. he came over to me and said "stand up", and i did so without question. he wrapped his arms around my legs, "just stand up, stand up".

braceasar picked me up. 56 years old and still kicking. the other guys look up to him because he's made it, he's lived that long. he's looked death in the eye and smoked a dube in its face.

he carried me around for a while, and i didn't feel like i was falling. he placed me back where i started, and all jazzed i sat next to thato looking for the shared words that would capture that sensation.

"braceasar wanted you to feel something. how did you feel up there? remember when we were young, we loved getting picked up. but now we're big, and we can't really do that anymore, so when it happens, schaaaa!"

ke ya leboha braceasar, i give you both my hands.
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