on becoming a writer

My first love was discovered through an ordinary, balding man in corduroy who taught math at the worst school in Omaha. We had a metal detector at one solitary entrance that looked like a plastic prop. Never heard it go off once. I’m imagining now, a hundred years later: Dave Chappelle’s famous white dude impression …

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