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#7 the prince:

upon learning that the best model of our employer's management is a group of well-meaning communal livers that decide to raise children as a group without regard to its filiation who long ago had a messy divorce but still resort to sending information to eachother via the now cynical children that console themselves by playing one side against the other, we went to bamenda's historic commerce street to eat pizza and hamburgers because we thought they would taste good and damn the price, which we kept telling ourselves was worth it because it was a hamburger. i didn't actually go, but then again i'm rarely present at any of the scenes i mention. we met a highly educated chubby young prince from the suburb and an old man from the neighborhood who decided that because he had studied in london as a young man he would go out of his way to locate and have delivered to me at the correct black man price a bottle of shah. the next evening the prince invited us for mbongo chobi and grapefruit soda. those poor bastards with their pizza. also i bought a pair of leather house slippers that i broke in by getting lost on a mountain. i entertained ideas of search parties and hypothermia, discarded them and followed the woodcutter's path to bamindangkwe. everyone else had also gotten lost and i arrived before them, so i didn't get teased.