I never much liked you, big brother. Stronger, faster, meaner. At times I idolized you, glib and surrounded by girls. But I hated myself for it. When...
Whose face is that? I see many times a day: handsome, suave, cheerful. His hairy masculine jaw, those grey-blue eyes so romantic and intelligent. He...
I am not Jordan before the buzzer, nor Hewitt, fire on the court. I am not Shakespeare, meant for the ages, nor Michelangelo, soul full of fire. I am...