I said good morning to Mama Patton, who was cooking breakfast for her husband, Pops, a seventy- year-old retired factory worker. I washed my face, grabbed a slice of cornbread, and headed outside into a breezy, brisk March morning.
Just another day in the ghetto.
Just another day as an outsider looking at life from the inside. That's what this book is about.
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