I&#39;d watch my father get up at 5 o&#39;clock and go down to the Eastern Market in Detroit to do the shopping for his restaurant, and get that business going and then go out on his vending machine business.

For in the deepest, most unshakable part of myself reason was useless. She was the missing kingdom, the unbruised part of myself I’d lost with my mother. Everything about her was a snowstorm of fascination,

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.

The only similarity between Evil and Good is that in both cases you have to behave like a child.

Written By Frank Agyenim-Boateng

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