Look, I'm just some dude trying to make it through life, I work, I pay bills when I can, I eat, listen to music just like any other dude. I'm literally not at all special.
About Arthur 'Artie' Miller
Well shit, what can I say? I'm from Detroit, born and raised, with two brothers and a sister, and a mother and father who love one another. I was never a bad kid, got good grades, finished high school with a 2.0 GPA, could have been worse, could have been better, but at least I'm not out on the streets working as a drug dealer.
Life was never hard, but it wasn't the best, worked two jobs so my parents could rest. Flipping some burgers, handing out flyers, it wasn't the best job, but it was better than no job.
I'm 34 years old and live on my own, working hard, but hardly working. Could use more hours, could use more cash, could use a friend, but where they at? Working those streets it seems, maybe one day that'll be me, I'll end up on TV and it'll read "Another Deadly Shooting At the Corner of Walgreens" and at the top will be me, not as someone good, but as someone bad, like my life didn't mean anything to the white man.
"I'm seriously not that important, okay?"
- Arthur Miller