At times, I feel Harlem is in need of understanding, like that ballsy kid, with too much mouth, who's not really bad, but makes foolish mistakes, and pays the sad price for being a stereotype.
But to Friends, I'm just another flawed human named: Lin.
my lack of tongue,
all this 'me' trapped inside,
strapped and locked down
Having seen those tragic effects, up close & personal, I am reminded of what it
must feel like to be a stroke victim.
Brilliant work, man!