My Name is Jason. Mine Too.

Once upon a time in America, there were two Jasons. Jason Reynolds and Jason Griffin. One a poet. One an artist. One Black. One white. Two voices. One journey in mind: to move to New York, the city of dreams, to make their own dreams come true. Willing to have a life not un-hard, so long as it wasnt unhappy. Willing to let the city swallow them whole, so long as it gives them their chance. They had each other. What if painting was a sin, and the poetry became taboo. And no one ever clapped for me again. My question is, would you?

They clapped. Oh, they clapped. And arent weglad?