One Should Judge A Man Mainly From

Once, I Took A Taxi. I Hate Those Limousines. They Stink And Their Drivers Have Been Driving Dead People To The Cemeteries.

I Am Dying Of Hunger.

I Knew There Were, In Myself, The Souls Of Millions Of People Who Lived Centuries Ago; Not Just People But Animals, Plants, The Elements, Things, Even, Matter. All Of These Exist In Me.

The Street Kid In Me Says, "grab The Money And Run - Who Cares Who It's From! Don't Think About Whatever You Have To Do For It Or When You Have To Do It!

Where A Beast Would Have Claws, I Was Born With Talent