Um dia, um rapaz já de buço chamou-me no recreio lambisgoia. Desafiei-o para as latrinas, ensanguentei-lhe lá a face toda, com um murro bestial. Fui temido. Fumei cigarros.
“Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art.” ― Charlie Parker