And What I Was Feeling Was The

Everything In Life Is Made Up...you Make Up That You Are Happy. You Make Up That You Are Sad. You Make Up That You Are In Love. If You Don't Make Up Your Own Life, Who's Going To Make It Up For You? It's Bad Enough When You Die And Everybody Can Make Up Their Own Stories About You. —mr. Hooft

How Deep Is Your Game?

Within The Black Community, Roughly 60 Percent Of Children Are Born To Single Moms. Moms Don't Have The Emotional Wherewithal To Deal With Their Children. Their English Is Atrocious. Their Speaking Is Atrocious. The Dropout Rate Is Horrendous.

There Is A Crisis Involving Reading In Certain Communities.

I Keep Threatening To Keep A Formal Journal, But Whenever I Start One It Instantly Becomes An Exercise In Self-consciousness. Instead Of A Journal I Manage To Have Dozens Of Notebooks With Bits And Pieces Of Stories, Poems, And Notes. Almost Every Thing I Do Has Its Beginning In A Notebook Of Some Sort, Usually Written On A Bus Or Train.