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January 18, 2020

I read a lot.

I hardly read at all.

At the moment I am reading no less than three books. One fiction, one how-to, one on the experience of being brown in America aptly titled, Brown.

Sometimes I dream convoluted dreams about all the things I am reading, they merge into the singular.

A dream about a brown boy writing gorgeous prose about a dream about a beautiful brown boy.

I keep thinking about redemption. Again. It happens this time of year as I celebrate another year sober.

I think about Mike Vick and Louis CK and faceless men on death row. I wonder why some of the same who are willing to offer something approaching grace to a man about to be put to death for murder cannot extend the same courtesy to men like Mike or Louis.

Louis has done nothing worthy of forgiveness short of a half-assed mea culpa.

Mike has raised and donated millions to save and rehabilitate dogs.

I don't have an answer.

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. 

... and the colored girls go, doo doo doo …

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