I Play Dodgeball With Cannibals (chapter 2)

I Tried To Tell Them That Things Would Be Okay, But I Didn't Believe It.

With My Sister Perched On My Arm, I Walked To The Elevator. A Business Man With A Rolling Suitcase Was Waiting By The Doors. His Eyes Widened As He Saw Me. I Must’ve Looked Pretty Strange—a Tall Black Kid In Dirty, Ragged Egyptian Clothes, With A Weird Box Tucked Under One Arm And A Bird Of Prey Perched On The Other. “how’s It Going?” I Said. “i’ll Take The Stairs.” He Hurried Off.

You Might As Well Ask An Artist To Explain His Art, Or Ask A Poet To Explain His Poem. It Defeats The Purpose. The Meaning Is Only Clear Thorough The Search.

I Should Throw You Off This Building Minus The Flying Horse And See How Heroic You Sound On The Way Down.

It's Hard To Enjoy Practical Jokes When Your Whole Life Feels Like One.