Kobe might've saved having to pay ,000,000 for his wife's ring, had he learned some certain "street creed", when he was playing horse.
The website, to which I contribute articles, has an interesting feature. If not encouraged, readers are allowed to append comments to those articles. For some unholy reason, I seem to attract more than my due share of derogatory comments. There is one comment I found rather striking. "Hello," I thought to myself, "what's this? ... perhaps, the snarl of a gutter snipe".
By the way, you may remember a previous courriel of mine. With it, I hoped to draw your attention to my article, dealing with the case of Kobe Bryant. Anyway, I was about to dismiss that particular comment as a pathetic imitation of some rap or hip-hop lyric. But then, I noticed the comment was at once both succinct and powerful, exactly the qualities of true poetry.
Suddenly, my eyes were opened. And I saw my article in a vastly different light. If you would, please spare a moment or two to peruse that comment. Oh, yes, you'll have to scroll down a bit, after clicking on this hyperlink:, which is somewhere on this page.
warm regards
A Alexander "Bogey" Stella