The always calm, cool, and intelligent, Zaquan Holman, aka Z-Z
Nothing mattered to me anymore, not girls, not family, not even friends. It was just me by myself in the pale, drab, white lead poison room that was filled with hatred for the image that was in the mirror. I was so focused on money. Money, Money, Money. It was coming fast like a leopard. I sold Newports and dollar water at Yankee Stadium. On my block, people called them “hustle men.” I was just one of them. I loved to look so fly girls would throw themselves at me. I felt like a man on top of the world holding the things I loved the most, money and girls. Then I met this young, strong man that went through life without worrying about how much money he got or needed. His name was Matt Goodman. This man was all about life and learning about new things, giving books to read and telling me its not all about money and girls.
