In 1977, my Mother found a whole chicken foot in her gumbo at a Cajun picnic in the Louisana Bayou, an old woman told her it meant she was pregnant, nine months later in Detroit she went into labor with me at the Old Miami Bar back when it was the New Miami Bar, I was born at Hutzel Hospital, moved to New Orleans, had a parade on my birthday, met Superman, was babysat by swordswallowers, firebreathers, drag queens and pirates in Jackson Square, learned RISK from a Hells Angel named Tommy K. Law at the ripe old age of three, toured the country by five, moved back to the Cass Corridor of Detroit, attended Burton Elementary, lived upstairs from the 55 Gallery on Peterboro, attended Golightly, p
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