I've always been called Lucky Louie. It's no mystery why.
To live, a man needs food, water, and a sharp mind.
God has given me so much. He expects so much out of me.
God knew my needs and took care accordingly.
I'd made it this far and refused to give up because all my life I had always finished the race.
All I knew was that hate was so deadly as any poison and did no one any good. You had to control and eliminate it, if you could.