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The Golden Child is golden head to toe: starting from the top - his scalp is adorned with wavy walnut-colored locks that women fawn over. His cheeks and jawline, which resemble the proportions of a Greco-Roman soldier, have a heavy prickling of coarse facial hair, but he's always clean-shaven on account of habits he picked up as an officer in the Marine Corps.

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Hate is a radically atrocious word. How can so much darkness be packed into something so small? Strung together, it’s just two vowels and two consonants, alternating to form a single-syllable verb. Maybe that's why it is so poisonous. Unlike a boa constrictor, whose length is measured in yards, hate is as exacting as the venom in a spider.

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I am not writing a book – I am assembling a book. I was reviewing my work and realized I wrote sixteen articles on New York in the last few months. So, I said to myself, “Self…put these together, add in some commentary, and get ‘em bound.” And I’ve had a fabulous time doing it. They’ll be on sale shortly.

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We had a one mile walk to school that was relatively flat. We walked by a creek that we’d all jump over, hoping someone would fall in and have to go to school in wet trousers. Then we’d pass the crossing guard and head up 140th Street, where a well-worn path had been kept navigable by generations of little boys playing Huck Finn on their way to school.