October 2010
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“… Keep writing … Keep reading, and…to quote Master P: Don’t...”
– Danyel Smith, interview, 2005
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Paige got a job that next month, at the covered...
…She wore a red swimsuit and baggy red shorts. Mom would go up to the pool and swim and swim, up and down the lane she held her breath until gills appeared behind her ears, until her eyes were magnified and blurry under thick clear mucus, until her strokes were teak blades, until the slap of her feet on the water was lonesome applause, until chlorine washed over and through her, rinsing...
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from "Black Sheep: Stranger than 'Non-Fiction'"
…Back at home, she blasted the music loud—”Similak Child,” “The Choice is Yours,” all that—danced to it as she accentuated her lips a coral pink and sprayed perfume on her shoulders and on the back of her neck under her hair. She reveled in Dres and Mr. Lawge’s funny flair for charming whimsy. The rhymes that took her on an escapade. The lyrics and music all...
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Literally—all you can eat.
I can remember, at the beginning of hip hop, crews were thrilled with backstage catering. Fried chicken swimming in oil. Pasta drowning in gummy alfredo sauce. Salad gone dark and limp in a bath of Caesar dressing. Pepsi! Snapple! All free. Crews still eating it up, but it’s for the broke ni**as now—those with so much lifting to do, they don’t have time to order in pizza from a decent...
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