Tell me if you have ever built a heaven out of nothing, and then tell me what it would take for you to look for a new one somewhere else. The people who circle this heaven from the outside wouldn’t know this. Might think that everyone is trying to make it somewhere else, through ball, through music. That’s another myth. Crack rock or jump shot. Courts and cages and caskets. Everyone getting out one way or another, or so some might say.
