I was a really good student. I was nerdy and ambitious. I was involved with every large theater production at my school.
When I went to drama school, I knew I was at least as talented as other students, but because I was a black man and I wasn't pretty, I knew I would have to work my butt off to be the best that I would be, and to be noticed.
How can we live and die and never know the difference?
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