Kuchar turns black if he has to suppress pizza-gas. Alone in a Kansas City motel, the desire to fart is but the tip of the iceberg: he fears complete dermatological breakdown as he becomes aware of a spot on his temple…During the subsequent visit to the art institute and the following trip to Santa Fe, he keeps his ‘adult care stick’ wedged firmly in his trouser pocket. There is nothing worse than having bad skin when surrounded by ‘young, pumpin’ blood’!
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