A Young Man arrives in America

He arrived in classic Belgian style;
uncertain, poor English skills,
ratty looking with his worn
corduroy trousers and moth eaten
sweater. Perhaps he even smelled a bit.
A good European sort.
An innocent.
In his deodorized, sanitized motel
room, he flipped on the T.V. to
learn about his new country.
Nitro and Turbo were the
stars that night and this innocent
watched spellbound through all
ten rounds, wincing at the occasional
display of blood.
Needless to say, he did not improve
his English skills that night,
quite the contrary.
Falling asleep that night,

he marveled at all

this new country

could offer him.

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