the last book I ever read (Phil Jackson's Eleven Rings: The Soul of Success, excerpt eleven)

from Eleven Rings: The Soul of Success by Phil Jackson and Hugh Delehanty:

Ron grew up in New York’s rough Queenbridge projects, and sports tattoos of a Q on his right left and a B on his left to remind him of his roots. He remembers hearing gun shots while playing at the Twelfth Street courts. And he once witnessed a young man getting killed during a game at a local recreation center when a brawl broke out and one of the players tore off a leg of the scorer’s table and stabbed him with it. “I’m still ghetto,” Ron once told the Houston Chronicle. “That’s not going to change. I’m never going to change my culture.”