Leslie F*cking Jones

by Leslie Jones

After my brother died, a new me showed up. It was impossible to go back to being the same person after something like that happens to you. When you get somebody dying in your life that you didn’t expect to die, that shit will fuck you up. Things suddenly became urgent. I now had one goal—to make it.

Death had given me the courage. Death helped me not be scared to say my truth. There was no fucking around anymore. No one was going to tell me what to do. Everyone had died; I figured I would die, too. If they don’t want no more Joneses in the world, I might as well go for it! Death gave me a new perspective. Death gave me everything.