Right before the dot-com crash I cashed out all my stock and joined the Peace Corps. I didn’t see it coming; I was just seriously fed up with cubicles and Starbucks. They sent me to Calabar, in Nigeria, with a mandate to make sure pregnant women were getting plenty of folate. This wound up being a cruel joke: Women with any amount of money ate unbelievable (by American standards) quantities of greens. Women with no money basically ate starch and not enough of it. If I had been a bigger man I would have worked my ass off trying to get money together so poor women could afford to eat their greens, but instead I jacked around watching gangster videos and having Guinness Book amounts of sex.
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