Back home in South Carolina, my quiet place was a cabin my
             grandfather owned in the woods. He would take me out there to hunt and
             fish. The place was so quiet, you could hear the quietness. It's the sound of
             a tone that settles in your ear. As I got older, I use to go there to get away
             from the city and city problems. I miss that place.
             A quiet place is something everyone needs regardless if they think so or not.
             To some, it may be their bedroom or bathtub, or any secluded place. My
             quiet place here and now is Piedmont Park.
             Now that I reside in Atlanta, Georgia, Piedmont Park is a decent quiet
             place. Every Sunday I would go out to Piedmont Park and relax. It's a
             peaceful place in such a busy city. I would find a secluded shaded area.
             Every Sunday was the same routine, I would prepare the night before. I
             would pack in a sack, a little blanket, a few Sade CDs, and a blunt. Lying
             there under the clear blue sky, smelling the fresh cut grass, and the sweet
             smell of honeysuckle would take me into a trance. There would be couples
             picnicking, and families barbecuing, there would be masters walking their
             dogs, and kids throwing Frisbees. I would think about the previous week
             and prepare myself mentally for the coming week. I would sit there for
             hours just relaxing and vibing on Sade. I think about all the time I have
             wasted. I think about how we all take time for granted.
             I remember one time I thought about time as a bank. Each day we are
             credited $86,400 or 86,400 seconds. Every day we have to spend all of that
             money, you can't save or invest the money. To understand the value of a
             day, ask a mother who has given birth to a pre-mature child one day to
             early, to understand the value of an hour, ask someone who is waiting for a
             vital organ. To understand the value of a minute, ask someone who has
             missed the bus. To understand the value of a se
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