You should at all times be showing a well-motivated character overcoming obstacles in pursuit of a goal.

I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.

I meet a third man he's an old man he trips in the street he falls and I help him up, walk him to the curb. He shakes my hand says keep the faith, young man. I ask him what he means, he says keep running and don't let them catch you.

I stand, walk over to him, sit down on his bed, put my arms around him, hug him. He hugs me back strong and I can feel the shame coming through his arms. I am a Criminal and he is a Judge and I am white and he is black, but at this moment none of that matters. He is a man who needs a friends and I can be his friend.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

I go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me.

To say that you can't see echoes of the past in what I do would be absurd. Everything that has preceded me has affected me.