Borus Kepeleski's father, Lazlo, was born in Hungary. Like many Hungarian men, he was strikingly handsome. Tall, slender with big eyes, thin lips, and a rosy complexion. He would have been a perfect clothes model. Instead, he ended up working in his father-in-law's pleating factory in New York City.
How did he end up there? His cousin, Danny Dorfman, got him a visa to come to the US and marry Fanny Chefaleski, a 23-year-old virgin who might have been found in a dairy, on the other side of the bars. Fanny had a heart of gold, a rich father, and two enormous tits that almost smothered Lazlo. Lazlo was content. He could fuck Fanny and one of the Puerto Rican female workers.
Henry, the gayest dude you ever saw, worked the master pattern machine. Henry wore woman's clothes when he paraded nightly in the Tranny Bars on 7t Avenue.
It took Lazlo no time at all to impregnate Fanny. Now he was assured of a good life. NYC was not as cultural as Budapest, but it had its good points.
Baby Boris arrived. The family came from all over to welcome the newborn.
Aunt Molly said, "That is the saddest penis I ever saw!"
The rest of the woman said the same thing.
Laslo responded, "Sad penis, happy face. Old Hungarian proverb."
Did he believe what he said? Of course not.
Boris, at 6 years, was sent to Public School 380 on Marcy Avenue. Born in February, he started school a year later. A likable student, he had no real problems until 7th grade when Hymy Stupinhouser showed up. Hymy, who was a large boy, would chase Borus around the playground, shouting,