NOW I WAS DA ONE. NOW NOT ONLY WOULD I BE THE NAZARENE BISHIP WHICH WAS AFTER ALL PEANUTS, BUT NOW I WAS GOING TO RUN THE WHOLE KIT AND KABOODLE. ME DICTATOR OF BUKKA DOOPEYDUK. NOW DEY WOULD HAVE TO PUT DEM JOOLED ANTLERS ON MY HEAD AND NOW I WOULD BE DA ONE SURROUNDED WITH DEM TENDENTS WHO WOULD WAIT ON ME HAND AND FOOT AND EVERYONE WHO DIDN'T LIKE IT WOULD BE BLASTED. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, DA GOLDEN BEDPAN WAS MINE NOW AND I WOULD BE DA ONE GIVE OUT DA BINGO SCORES, HAR HAR HAR."" So (almost) ends this first Negro pop-novel in which Bukka Doopeyduk, apprentice Nazarene finally gets to THE MAN, HARRY SAM which has been hole' up in da golden toilet fo some past thirty year doin guess what to de world. ""HARRY SAM"" suffers from the same symptoms as the author only this is diarrhea of the typewriter. We can recommend the same treatment: FLUSH! HAR HAR HAR!