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Jim Schlosser somehow fashions a heartwarming, aw-shucks tale from the life of Jack Fuquay, a homeless alcoholic who slept on a park bench in downtown Greensboro in the 70’s, and died alone in a public toilet. I guess we’re all supposed to feel good about Fuquay’s homelessness, alcoholism, tragic life, and lonely death because he was a “character” who spent his benefactor’s charitable contributions on milk instead of wine. Wow, I feel so… not uplifted.
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