The Graffiti of Media Or The Vast Wasteland On The
Developing Mindscapes of Children in The South Bronx Dreaming Of Going Where No
One Has Ever Gone Before
Somewhere in the past, a Puerto Rican Vietnam veteran is
shooting up Heroin made world famous in a song by Lou Reed. The ex-solder nods
off in an abandoned building while a Puerto Rican WWII veteran looks out his
window to a view of our town that takes him back to the ruins of Europe. From
AM radio Frank Sinatra sings some people get their kicks from stomping on a
dream. That’s life under the SS short for Savage Skulls, a Puerto Rican gang
that roamed with Doberman Pinchers on streets spotted like leopards. Once upon
a time, I carried Anne Frank in my arms in the falling shadows of bullies and
burnt buildings. This is my journal. This is home near The Bronx Zoo.
Hi.
I’m the hero of the story influenced by Captain America,
other comic books and the fortress of solitude called The Hunt’s Point Public
Library. I’m a ten-year old who is going to change the world one day. Somewhere
in the future, I would be given a homework assignment at NYU to create a tour
book to draw people around the world to our town. I was poor but wealthy with imagination like
other special kids. I’m the Ritchie Rich of The South Bronx of America. And I did My Way on Win98, a heap of junk to
others but to me a work of genius that helps me draw what I was vaguely
dreaming of creating. I died and went to Google Heaven. Now I’m wide-awake in
cyberspace. Fairy tales can come true if you’re young at heart, sang Old Blue
Eyes
What have you done lately?
Akira transformed me when I was a teenager.
This is my homage to Japanese Anime.
Arigato
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