The whole story really starts with me as a high school kid in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in a tough neighborhood that everybody gave up on for dead. And on a Wednesday afternoon, I was walking down the corridor of my high school kind of minding my own business. And there was this artist teaching, who made a great big old ceramic vessel,
Întreaga poveste începe când eram licean la Pittsburg în Pennsylvania într-un cartier periculos unde toată lumea îşi pierdea speranţa Şi într-o miercuri seara mergeam pe coridorul liceului îngândurat, iar acolo era acest artist care preda și care făcuse un vas mare vechi de ceramică.