I never really address myself to any image anybody has of me. That's like fighting with ghosts.
The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before the dismayed clerk. When I came to the house, I held up the instrument before the eyes of the astonished household.
Most of today's black convicts have come to understand that they are the most abused victims of an unrighteous order.