Someway or another, this narrative always finds a way to sneak up on me, at least once every year I’ve been here. I think it may have something to do with the fact that I only skimmed through it when I was first assigned this by my first English teacher. Whatever it may be, a cruse or gift from the Gods, there is no denying that Elwood Reid can write, and pretty damn well at that.
I really admire his work, mainly because, actually I don’t know why. I’ve only ever read his quite famous piece My Body My Weapon My Shame. To be honest I probably thought that this was going to be just some other Football narrative about some guy that happen to be here. I was more than likely prejudice towards him for being a big guy, and even more likely than that, I probably didn’t give this piece of literature the respect that it deserved on the first read thru. I want to make amends to my past by choosing this as my go to piece that I want to emulate. More so for the fact that it is so good than the fact that I feel guilty.
I think it took a second reading for something haunting to set in, a man that was beaten almost everyday, normally had broken fingers, and dealt with drug abuse writes better than I do. My little pedestal sat low that day, but it taught me a lesson that I had all to easily forgotten. One that I would like to flesh out in the first project.