How does it feel/to be alone/with no directions home, words
of a Bob Dylan song sang to homework to create tour book to draw people to The
South Bronx. Childhood wish to live life like Great American Novel came true in
the city of illegal guns and roses
The Inner Child died and went to Google Heaven.
I have a dream for the city that never sleeps.
To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks: Real
Life Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature By Danny
Aponte of P.S 161
Chapter One: It was a dark and stormy knight of Jedi
journalism
Once upon a time…
I have endless stories about The New York Public Library.
I was Richie Rich loaded with imagination
Welcome to The South Bronx of Captain America
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