Excellence Isn't An Act, It's

I Was The Most Subtle Person In The World.

My Daddy Was A Carpenter That Worked With The Jones Boys, Who Are The Most Notorious In America. The Black Gangsters, You Know, They Were No Joke. And He Was Their Master Carpenter. He Used To Build Their Homes, And All I Saw When I Was 11 Years Old Were Dead Bodies And Tommy Guns And Stogies, And Backrooms, You Know, Drexel Wine And Liquor, With The Big Piles Of Money Underneath.

You Have To Know That Your Real Home Is Within.

We Stole A Box Of Honey Jars One Time And Went Out In The Woods And Took Care Of The Whole Box. I Don't Think I Touched Honey Again For 20 Years. I Never Wanted To See Honey Again.

My Dream Is To Put Together A Performance Of The Evolution Of Black Music With Cirque Du Soleil . I Would Also Like To Do Street Opera And Children's Books. But Even As I Work Toward These Things, I Want To Simplify My Life.