My first book "Diarrhea of a Black Man" was like the first release of software. Bugs and unfinished features that will be corrected with "patches and security updates".This is version II, many of the stereotypical, "comments" of poor disadvantaged people have been corrected. These stereotypes though commonly viewed as applied to the monolith of the African community is so misguided. But when that message is what is experienced via mass media for hundreds of years, is without doubt effective. There are so many experiences that I have not included and were difficult to exclude. The family and friends that are so much apart of my life know my love for them and, the value I have been able to share because of them. I am honored to share this story with you. Excerpt: IT TAKES MORE THAN LUCK TO STAY ALIVE.The dilemma at hand wasn't merely physical; it was a life's worth of emotions that were pouring forward out of his fragile, frigid body which lay baking on the ground beneath the warm Michigan sun. His unshaven beard rubbed up against the warm sidewalk while his forehead lay dripping with the last bits of sweat which would ever be seen out of Mr. Jenkins. His hands, legs, and feet were the stillest, most serene I had ever seen them. His lack of movement brought out a peaceful calmness which I had never seen in anyone, not even my father, who would sit quietly composing his music. I knew he was in a better place. Ronald, Michael and I came into Motown Liquors to buy some canned food and steal a shopping cart, I couldn't help but notice the pain and humdrumness which filled every vein of Mr. Jenkins body. His facial muscles were not composed of tissue or capillaries, instead: pain, distress, and sadness. His death had been in the making for years, but as he prepared himself for heaven, his store readied itself to be another open empty lot which would be one of thousands in Detroit."