MY COUSIN was murdered 29 years ago today, One of his best friends murdered him. I saw this "friend" about a week ago in one of the finer restaurants in Port of Spain. He was alone. Frankly, I didn't recognize him at first, I hadn't seen him since my cousin's funereal. He had grown very fat AND had become very, very ugly. Indeed, he was so ugly that I was reminded of the old saying that the person who you become at the end of your life shows in your face. Certainly, he was very ugly and looked very unhappy. I can't say that I was sorry.
I know that he is now very wealthy - he could probably buy me out 10 times over - but I wouldn't trade places with him for any amount of money. Even ugly people are good looking underneath their inherent goodness always shines through. But, he was ugly - in the true sense of the word!
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