Nothing Doing is a collection of short stories. An ode to misspent childhood, lost innocence and creeping depravity, blowing apart the American ideal of life spent in pursuit of wholesome activity. Written over a period of thirty years, these stories anatomize America's most vivid perversions and outsider fantasies with unmatched precision and wit, signalling underground legend Willie Smith's perfectly executed return to the literary world.

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As we have read or been told about the history and the art of history, there was trepidation drilled daily into human beings, others orally and physically: Masters/others calling them names, "You slave, you nigger," except human beings with human feelings and bleeding flesh. Just like any other color human being, but their inhibitors keep them praying. However, a white man of a good heart by his nature wanted to or even tried to help a colored human being, they called him a nigger lover. Then he was treated just as bad as the colored people in that era. The colored people were not planted like a seed in the ground, and then grew up from the ground like roach nell com standing tall in the field. No, I am afraid we just did not get here that way. Oops! Sorry!