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Just as Dennis Cooper had wrung from my exhausted, sleepless body every last drop of faith in human kindness (especially humans living in Los Angeles); every last desire to make people feel better, not worse; every last crazy impulse to find a way to be very tender–just as all that was happening, some lighthearted, carefree, twinkle-toes toon-o-phile posted my favorite, favorite, favorite Foster’s bit ever, and now, everything’s right with the world.