Dillon Kelly The community I was raised in is Flatbush, Brooklyn, the bush, as we sometimes would say. Growing up here as a young boy was filled with happiness. Playing basketball in the street until my hands were pitch black from dirt, running the streets until the lights flickered on, only then to enter one of the buildings that lined my street to continue the fun by starting a game of manhunt, using empty apartments and the rooftops as valid hiding spots. In front of my building either smelled…
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