Surprisingly (and I mean that with a great amount of sarcasm) I
On the side of the road, there were numerous sets of stairs leading up to houses set up on a hill. I chose the closest set and after an exhausting climb up the steep, paint-chipped steps, I finally reached the front door of the Jenkin residence; that was, of course, if the big green and yellow corncob mailbox that stood at the bottom of the hill was accurate.
I knocked on the door and waited for
one of the Jenkin family members to open it. To my relief, the
knock was answered within half a minute. Relief quickly turned
to discomfort as the man who opened the door wore nothing but his
constricting, white cotton underwear. Bulging above the tiny
piece of fabric was a Buddha-like belly; hair blanketed everything
the underwear did not cover. Like seeing a serious car
accident, I wanted to look away, but my eyes would not stray away
from the hairy mass of man in front of me.
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