Quick writing experiment

Here are the rules. I've picked two books from my bookshelf at random. I will use the first sentence from one book as my first sentence and the last from the other as my last.

Today's selections are from The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X (as told to Alex Haley) and A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole.


The Beginning


When my mother was pregnant with me, she told me later, a party of hooded Ku Klux Klan riders galloped up to our home in Omaha, Nebraska, one night. I consider that a bad omen. It's already disappointing enough to be chosen by God to live a life on Earth, only to find out upon exiting the womb that it's beginning in Omaha. I tried to crawl back up my mother's vagina, but my dad punched me in the face and yelled, "That's my wife, you asshole!" But back to the KKK. At the time, I, enveloped in flesh and guts, obviously couldn't hear everything that transpired. But my first word as a child was a racial slur. So there must have been some kind of osmosis of evil. I'm proud to say that today I have many friends of that particular race and have not used that word since I was 8. I mean, 28. Well, 38. But the point is I haven't used that word since this morning when my manservant, Than Nguyen, spilled coconut milk on the floor. I now believe bigotry has no place in society. Especially when a good lashing with a leather strop can teach the same lesson. Anyway, life in Omaha was not as glitzy and glamorous as the media would have you believe. It was/is a dull place to go through your life functions. It drove my parents to desperate measures. My mother ran away with the last milkman in America, thus bringing the era of home-delivered milk to an end. I decided to run away from home when my father dismembered a pig, put the pig parts in his bed and rolled around in them in a sexually perverse manner. My last memory of him before I walked out the door for good is one I'd like to forget. Taking the pigtail in one of his paws, he pressed it warmly to his wet mustache.


The End