I smoked a cigarette and browsed the news. A story about niggers, written by a nigger, talked about how niggers needed more et. cetera. The needs of a nigger are endless, a nigger on every television channel, a nigger in every movie, nothing but nigger music for niggers and those who wish to be niggers, that is almosr worse than being a ngger, at least a nigger does not want to be a nigger, a nigger does not want to be a nigger so badly he will kill everyone who is not a nigger just so that he might not be reminded that he is a nigger. I was glad to be alone again in my room, where no niggers had ever been, there a few places like this left in the world. When the nigger was freed the world became the nigger's slave.

First chapter of my book, thoughts?