You Like Me, Josie Moraine. You Just

Decisions, They Shape Our Destiny.

If I Poured All The Lies I Had Told Into The Mississippi, The River Would Rise And Flood The City.

We All Laced Together—a Brothel Madam, An English Professor, A Mute Cook, A Quadroon Cabbie, And Me, The Girl Carrying A Bucket Of Lies And Throwing Them Like Confetti.

We'd Been Trying To Touch The Sky From The Bottom Of The Ocean. I Realized That If We Boosted One Another, Maybe We'd Get A Little Closer.

But Wasn't There Some Sort Of Rule That Said Parents Had To Be Smarter Than Their Kids? It Didn't Seem Fair.