My next story. My greatest story yet. A story I already knew that Nic, Rebecca, and Twitter would eat up. They had to. It was the perfect cocktail of poverty, strife, racism, and injustice that they loved. A tale of two boys from opposite sides of a beat-up building in the ghetto. Two paths that diverged in a cinematic way, only to reunite so the more successful of the two (me, obviously) could teach the other his ways. The best part, I thought, was that I wouldn’t even have to make it up. It would be my transitory piece, my first experiment in telling something like the truth.
