I haven't gone home with anybody who tried to pick me up in a long time.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'd been in a vicious cycle and circle of people and couldn't see my way out. So I picked myself up one day about 15 years ago and moved where I didn't know anyone.
I don't let everyone pick me up. I only let myself be picked up by whomever I want to be picked up by.
After school, I'd wait for someone to pick me up and no one would, so I'd be like, 'I guess I'll walk home.' I had to be a hustler, because nobody did anything for me.
I hardly ever go out when I'm home.
I always felt that if somebody picks on you it's because they're not happy doing what they're doing.
I just aspire to pick people up. That's my ambition.
People ask me where I go to get away, and I say 'Home.'
I think anybody who goes away finds you appreciate home more when you return.
With my hours, I don't hang out with anybody. I work and come home to my Upper West Side apartment.
I hitchhiked, took trucks 'n' trains - anything that would pick me up. I stopped in Memphis for about six months and they found me and come got me. Stayed about a month an' split again.