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By Jack Joseph Smith
And so I left. Making a fool out of myself
THEATRE
reciting Children all the way down to Miami
on a sports car ride with a guy namer Ron
Burnner. I had bee crying all night before
he picked me up in the morning,
a car with what I think was my last fifteen
dollars after saying goodby to Elivara Gerace.
After about three weeks with the University of
Miami football team and Bobby Stone, I think
Reed Hawlery tood me down to the lower highway,
Headed out hitch hicking to El Paso as a first
stop.
When you at the end of your teens make that
first step, white, black, brown, yellow, or red;
know that it could be the rest of your life. It
is that huge. However if you choose my way, it
is more possible to be a native son.