On this day, I came stubbornly into the carousel ride of life in a no named Brooklyn hospital. My mother tells me it felt like I was hanging from her rib cage. I probably felt that everything was moving too fast; clutching onto the only life I had known.
Sunday, June 9, 1985
On this day, I came stubbornly into the carousel ride of life in a no named Brooklyn hospital. My mother tells me it felt like I was hanging from her rib cage. I probably felt that everything was moving too fast; clutching onto the only life I had known.