Dear Kobe Bryant: a Threnody
Wake up. Grind. Repeat. Become Better.
I.
All the instruments we have agree, the day of your death was a foggy grey day.
The day before you died, I was rescuing my sister-in-law from her drug dealer’s house. It was very early in the morning because addiction is never convenient. On the 5 Freeway as I drove past ...
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