The coast was hot an this coat I had on did not help. And I walked to the car. Then I saw his shadow and he ran up on me an entered my body. Yes he was a ghost now I to was a mirror of him creeping in the night by the car. Waiting for those that happened up upon me crazy right

Since my woman's world is perceived greatly through the emotions and the senses, I treat it that way in my writing - and am often overweighted with heavy descriptive passages and a kaleidoscope of similes.

The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.

I&#39;m a Muslim, but I think Jesus would have a drink with me. He would be cool. He would talk to me.

Written By Mike Tyson

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