Like most ghetto kids I knew it was important to be 'somebody' so I became a good soccer player, because excelling at a sport seemed to make you special.
It's not recognized by enough people as a worthy craft.
Hair is another name for sex.
The essence is, what can we do next? And will it be good?
My mother left me for seven years in an orphanage.
You either create something and you keep it a secret and you die with it, or you can benefit the craft.