How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective.

You have to defend your honor. And your family.

I didn't go out looking for fights as a kid, but if it was necessary, I'd fight. Fighting was a daily thing where we lived.

If language were liquid, it would be rushing in. Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be.

My name is Luka I live on the second floor. I live upstairs from you, yes, I think you've seen me before.

Some girls are taught to be sexy.

My intellect has always been more responsible than my emotions for how I respond to the world.