He was a manager, one of the singers, I guess talent coordinator for the local talent in Harlem. His name was Lover Patterson. He was living right across the street from where my dad had his restaurant. I guess he saw a lot of kids come in, a lot of my buddies.
“Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots succeed in enterprises we have failed in.”
“I don't plan a career. That doesn't work for me. I just have to go with my gut.”