Jazmine DuBois is the girl next door. The tragic mullato. Huey had made it his business to try and enlighten Jazmnie on the inherent natural beauty of her african lineage. To try and buttress her fragile self-esteem with the steely beams of knowledge of self...
On the desk across from him, his long neglected and abandoned manifesto sat staring back at him. It's been nearly 9 years since he was transplanted to the comfortable suburb of Woodcrest. In all that time, Huey has begun to wonder if any of the work he so passionately labored over since his arrival to help inform, incite and uplift his people would ever bare any fruits. It seems, however, that Huey's subconscious mind was hinting at a darkly foreboding answer to this question.
But sitting in the gloomy darkness of his room, enveloped in the blackness of night, Huey saw meaning in the strikingly vivid image of his sleep. He understood now, that his inner mind's eye had shown him the dire future that lies before him should he fail in his life's mission. If the one person exposed to his influence on a daily basis could do no better than a common video whore, what chance then did the rest of the world fare?
