In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I was fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to meet a person who forcibly embedded himself into my mind during my senior year at Hilton High School. He taught English, or was, at least, paid to make people think so. He was a large and robust man, his body frame reminiscent of the fat, golden Buddha I would see every time I went to eat at Chinatown. His gleaming square head looked like something you should serve Kool-aid from. His protruded and buggy eyes would have made him a target for any overly-curious chameleon."
"The Urinal Chats,"
The Angle: Vol. 2009
, Article 20.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2009/iss3/20