Um it felt so delicious, then there was the visions of bloodshed that he was seeing from each of those he’d touched.Appearing on a hill a ways off, ...a throne like chair appeared. Sitting with a large wicked smile on his face, he watched as the thousands engaged. Ummmm he thought, this was going to be particularly nasty. Just the kind he liked, waving his hand he watched as hundreds fell then got back up to slash away more.I could watch this for a long time, though with that goody-goody godling. Nothing about me's going to be the same.I'm gonna change my long tall one for a little short and fat.I'm gonna change my number that I'm living at.Because nobody loves you, when you're old and gray,There'll be some changes made today.There'll be some changes made. Why, there's a change in the weather, a change in the sea,So from now on, there'll be a change in me.My walk will be different, my talk, and my name.Nothing about me's going to be the same.I'm gonna change my way of living, and that. They don’t seem to like Black writers who dare write about the unusual, such as science fiction, horror, or a pro-Black look at the world of American politics. Too often, Black people don’t support their own. White people always support their own. That’s why racist cops who shoot unarmed Black men get acquitted ( when they’re put on trial at all) by carefully selected white juries. In order to advance, America’s Black men and Black women need to stick together. Stop expecting the government to. Jimmy needed a drink, was on the point of panic at this alien place he had landed in. Cocktails weren't exactly what he needed, but perhaps they sold a decent beer.He passed under the flashing sign, into a dark doorway and then down a stair that took him to basement level. At the foot of the shadowy stairs were a tall counter and a checkout girl who was eyeing him with curiosity. She chewed gum and waited to see what would come next."Drink" Jimmy gasped. "Need a drink." Yeah!" She replied,.