I will now weave the tale of Ghandi the Donut Boy. Ther once was a boy. One with a limited vocabulary, for he didn't know what heterosexual(sp?) meant, let alone that he was one. Apparently, however, he attracted the affections of a good friend of mine. It's possibly cause he's the only African American (Its Correctastic!) kid on the block besides the other one who's a grey markt soda dealer. (50cents a can, kids). But he has no intrest in her, least not that he affects, and he fails. I have absolutely no idea why I call him Donut Boy. I intend to continue charactorization and funny stories bout Ghandi, cause its so damn fun.