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To Your Own Self Be Real


Pretending can consume an entire life, it started when we are children, we play house she was the momma you were the poppa, you were the bad guy I was the good guy. fine and dandy what else are kids going to do but emulate others, the sad part is it never ends. Now you reach adolescent and the pretense grows into juvenile delinquent because you are pretending that you are cool and you know everything. Still it doesn’t end, a cool teenager who knows everything is dangerous to themselves and others because puberty is coming to an end and pretending to be a man is the ultimate pretense. You can make Babies but a man stands up to his responsibilities and stands by his woman, sometimes to the end.

 Now you are a player you pretend to be someone  trustworthy and caring while you pretend with the concubine that you are serious about them while your eyes are glued on their girlfriends. So far nothing about you is real, you deceive your parents by undermining their wisdom, and those that live lifestyles you should avoid, you emulate pretending to be them.( cats in the cradle, I’m going to be just like you Dad) a deserter and an abuser. Where does the pretending ends, it doesn’t, you pretend to do better than your means hocked to your eyeballs keeping up with the Kardashian pretending to live a picture perfect lifestyle even though you know it’s only Hollywoodlife, make believe. My God will the real you please stand up.

My Nemesis

The rest of your life you continue the Sham that you are better than your fellow man while you pretend to believe in God and is quick to kill to make a point. You profess your Love only to end in deceit, you take a Job to serve the People only to have them serve your pretentious and deceptive ideals. You pretends  to serve God but the Devil is your master  ( many will profess my name) I once knew a Preacher and a Decon who bragged of their conquest among the Congregation. Years ago a church going God fearing man killed his wife and his Minister, I wonder how long he endured the deception before he lost his way. Even since childhood when I was not worthy of being a Christian Woman’s child I never pretended to be an Angel, I left that to the Hypocrites.

 When I grew to be a Man I chose to be Real, I did  unto others and expect likewise, I  commanded respect for who and what I portrayed myself to be. I chose one Woman and over thirty seven years I stayed the course, never once unfaithful. When you tell lies, each time you try to cover your tracks you dig a deeper Hole. After a while the broken hearts, broken mind spirit and souls you put in that hole forms a mound to the high Heaven’s. To survive in a world of deception you need to read more than just print, body language is highly underrated. In High School one of my English Literature Teacher constantly challenged me to tell her what is the Author not saying, she taught me how to live in a deceptive World.

Later on in life I once told my supervisor that I could spot a slacker one mile in the Fog, she didn’t believe me. She got promoted to regional manager and was fired in six months. If you can read body language it becomes your Lighthouse in a storm of deception. Something I read on the subject goes, it is important to understand the role that deception plays in our emotional lives,  because it impedes self understanding and the formation of justified beliefs about ourselves, others and the world as a whole. Deception inhibits our attempt to become more reflective in our understanding, clarifying and evaluating our emotions. Self deception and willful ignorance pose a serious impediment to reflective cognitive affective and conative growth. It also inhibits our attempt to make more reflective evaluations of our institutions, social practices and ideologies that shape and are shaped by our self interpretations. Meaning that deception screws you up and all around you. In the end I say live the life and be proud of what you are.


Not long ago it was fashionable to wear your Pants over your knees, exposing your Ass-Crack.  Some still do, I guess that old habits die hard. It is amazing how people would choose to follow other idiots off a Cliff, instead of setting their own trends and being an independent thinker, free of idiocy and bad taste. Fashion is not the only trend setter, how about fad diets, portion control and exercise can save you a lot of grief. The Internet was created as a Grapevine for information to flow, a lot of people see it a different way. They see it as a place to let it all hang out, literally. A place where bad Taste and hideous graphics rules. Instead of using it as I have, to let your creative juices flow, to let information be accessible to every corner of the world. No they use it to show crimes being committed by themselves, acts of brutality and gruesome deeds, such as High School Girls involved in a Beat down.


Youngest girl, 14, in McDonald’s beat down.
A teen girl was brtually beaten in a gang attack inside a crowded Brooklyn McDonald’s on March 9.
A teen girl was brtually beaten in a gang attack inside a crowded Brooklyn McDonald’s on March 9.(COURTESY TONY HERBERT)
The youngest girl involved in the brutal beatdown inside a Brooklyn McDonald’s admitted her guilt Monday and will likely be placed in a group home as punishment.The 14-year-old is the second teen to take a plea in the revolting caught-on-video assault that shook the city last month.“I punched, dragged, kicked the victim,” she said in Brooklyn Family Court of Ariana Taylor, 15, who was set upon at the Flatbush fast food joint.

The girl, whose name the Daily News is withholding because of her age, will be moved from a juvenile jail to a non-secure facility operated by the city’s Administration for Children’s Services.

She is likely to stay there for a year following her sentencing next week, a source said, although the penalty can be modified based on her behavior.

She was caught in Atlanta trying to board a plane to Jamaica and is facing a stiffer sentence than the probation a 15-year-old accomplice was handed last week because the younger girl was already on probation for an earlier fight.

“She’s taking responsibility and realizing it’s time for her to grow up.

One other girl has her case pending in Family Court.

While the wheels of juvenile justice grind fairly fast, the cases against three teens who were over the age of 16 at the time of the March 9 incident — meaning they’re considered adults — are still in the preliminary stages .

Accused ringleader Aniah Ferguson and one alleged cohort have been indicted for attempted gang assault while the case against a sixth defendant is still pending, records show.

Like always Fads have taken over and ruined a good thing, by posting any crap that comes to their small minds such as hard core Pornography of themselves and sometimes unsuspecting participants. Then there are the ones who live on the edge of death and insanity they puts it all on the line. Not long ago in Pinellas county Florida three kids 14, 15 and 16 , part of a click that stole Cars from Dealerships, video recording themselves racing and playing Tag on city streets at speeds exceeding 100 mph. The reason for this insanity, Posting their Brainless Balls of Steel acts on Social media, seeking their moment. Well Sunday morning four am was their last ride, when the car they were in doing over a hundred flipped several times bursting into flames killing all three. If that video survived the crash and was Posted it would have been viral instantly. There you have it the viral fad. One question,  has sensibility and rationalism taken a vacation. Way back in the days Russian roulette was the fad and wagering game. Six people sat at a table, empty the chamber of a Gun, load one live round, spun the Magazine and passed it till one fool found the Bullet in his head. As I have said stupid Fads have been here forever, and will be here. All I want to know,  is stupidity inherited and is it contagious.



Today we have the Bullet of  Social media posting, not made of lead but also carry deadly outcomes. For that minute of fame we have sixteen year old posting derogatory information about themselves and others including having Sex. Like any other teenagers I also was intrigued, I started a collection of Playboy at fourteen which I grew out of in High school. If we had Social media back then, I still would not have posted myself de-flowering someone’s Daughter on the WWW. It probably would have gotten me killed by her Dad. Fads are not only embraced by mindless Drones, but also by smart people. In 1939 on a dare a Harvard student swallowed a live Gold Fish, by end of the year one hundred others had swallowed who knows how many Gold Fish. The Fad was how many Gold Fish could be Gulped in one sitting. Posting yourself and others in a compromising position could come back and bite you on the ass, ten years later while applying for your dream job. Some Social Media posting is nothing short of swallowing baby Piranha, the exit wounds can be of monumental consequences.


Related stories.

Suicide of teen who made sex video shows dilemma for schools
Staff at a suburban Chicago high school called 16-year-old Corey Walgren to the dean’s office to ask about a video he made of himself having sex with a classmate. A few hours later, the teen walked to the top of a five-story parking deck and jumped.

The suicide of the honor-roll student underscored a dilemma for schools when confronting students suspected of recording and sharing sexual images: Should school officials wait until parents arrive to pose questions and search cellphones for illicit photos or video? Or do they, as de facto parents, have the authority to investigate crimes that might include child pornography?

The issue also raises a high-stakes legal question because many child porn laws predate the phenomena of teens sharing sexual images by cellphone. And neither they nor their parents usually have any idea that doing so can trigger serious penalties, including being labeled a sex offender for life.

“It’s not that big a deal until it happens to your school,” said Joshua Herman, a lawyer who represents schools across Illinois. “Then it’s a nightmare.”

Police reports, court filings, witness accounts, emails and other documents obtained by The Associated Press offer an inside look at how Naperville North High School and police responded in the hours before Walgren’s death in January.

His parents have sued the school, accusing it in a federal lawsuit of unnecessarily traumatizing their son by warning him he could be charged and forced to register as a sex offender. They are seeking more than $5 million in damages.

“They scared the hell out of the kid, and that’s what drove Corey to kill himself,” said Maureen and Doug Walgren’s attorney, Terry Ekl.

In the documents, officials at the 2,800-student school in an upper middle-class suburb west of Chicago say they conveyed to Walgren the seriousness of the matter while also reassuring him that their goal was to keep it out of court.

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To my cherished Readers. The last two weeks have been an immense Nightmare. The Site Crashed from a huge influx of Visitors, my previous Host who I believe is under investigation, and is about to shut down, did not answer over 100 phone calls . I must reiterate,  GOD do not sleep, and neither did I for two weeks. Four AM Tuesday morning something or my  Spirit woke me up and sent me to the keyboard of my Computer, not a Clue as to what I was doing there. I started fidgeting with the Keyboard trying to log into my Server’s website, just about to cut my Psychological Wrist, I stumbled upon my present Server. They asked me for my epp code, something I didn’t know that I had jotted in my notes from my initial conversation with my former Host. The moral of this Blog, is never give up on your Dreams under no circumstances, never, never,never Give up, the only time that you are a Looser, is when you give up. From my Mouth to your Children’s ears.



A Rock And A Hard Place

Dear Gift I need some advise from your followers.
I was in a relationship with a married man for 1 year & 3 months but we started seeing each other it didn’t start off as a relationship but eventually strong feelings developed & there the relationship started. He’s currently going through a divorce with his wife but we have separated 2 months now where he hardly talks to me. I love him & I don’t want to give up on him because I have been there for him when he was going through his problems with his wife before they filed for divorce. He has become distant with me , I have asked him why he’s moving like that & says he’s just keeping to himself & just quiet. I love this man more than anything & I really want to be with him but I often wonder if to him his space & hope that we will b together again like we used to? Don’t know what to do…….help!

My Advice is if you were not instrumental in the break up your conscience should be clear, if he has a good Heart he will remember that in his moments of Despair you were there for emotional Rescue. Remember anything in Life that is worth having is worth Fighting for. Anthony

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All God’s Creatures

Why do Birds suddenly appears whenever you are near, because their senses are of exceptional clarity. They sense love, kindness and hostility, that is why some people are so easily befriended by many lower Species. We are blindfold to these senses, essentially when it comes to relationships. We are basically controlled by emotions and Harmones, which blindfolds our perceptions of all others. Since nine or ten I have been a Nature lover, in those early years my Brother and I spent many hours in the Woods, soaking up the wonders of Nature. We observed many species, mostly Birds some we admire some we captured, wild game like Turkey we would bring our seasoning and roast them in a Fire pit. If given the opportunity to revisit my adolescence I probably would not have returned.

Over the years living in Cities we lost touch with our love for Nature, a great loss for kids living in the Concrete jungle of urban Dwellings. If they don’t visit Zoos, which can’t be compared to a Rare specie that flies right up to you and pearch within three feet of where you are, observing you long enough to where they feel safe enough to land on your shoulder. Many years later while visiting one of my favorite places in the World, a Nature Conclave by the Susquehanna river bank in Pennsylvania. A place where once so pristine the Native American tribe which the River bears their name, dwell strive and frolic in waters of high drinking quality. They Hunt Fish and lived off the Land, a place where many Men lost their lives laying Tracks and Telegraph Poles of imminent Progress, and Settlements now known as Plains, Pocono and Wilkes Barre.

This Place humbles me to the grand Facade, while sitting on a Log admiring the Regalness of the Cardinals, I started imitating their communications in a likewise Whistle. My Whistle must have been effective, they started gathering around me, first within twenty feet, then ten then five and beyond. One landed on my Shoulder. It quickly became very scary because of the intimidating numbers in which they gathered. I sat motionless for ten minutes, the Chirping was deafening, they gathered closer and closer. My mind reflected to the Birds by Alfred Hitchcock, where those Birds attacked People. This was like Dying wide awake, the Landscape was painted with the diversity of color in one Specie. The leaves were overshadowed with a Rainbow of Feathers. Chills engulfed my entire Body with Gratitude and the fear that I was about to be attacked. The ignorant Human, I was presented the greatest Gift to Photograph and Preserve, to embrace the moment of my life, a moment as rare as coming full circle with life, instead I raised my hands to cover my face believing I was about to be attacked, that sudden abrupt gesture chased my Friends away. I have regretted that ignorant gesture for the rest of my life.

P.s. A lesson in life one ignorant gesture and the People you called Friends are gone.

She Loves Me He Love you Not

20161219_193121What is this thing called Love, is it lust misrepresented, silly emotions, a spiritual bonding, a meeting of the mind body and Soul, or is it just contagious affections. Whatever it is, I am a soldier of Love, an Olympian, with a Torch in my Heart. What did Romeo know that Juliet had not felt, did she not know that without her there be no Romero. I was ten Millie was nine, that Child Professed her Love for me to the heights of impediments. Child Prodigy have always been, is it possible she was a Prodigy of Love, a reincarnation of someone who had carried the Torch. In High School a Girl I Loved but could never be, injured my Heart critically. From there on I went through the motions for a long time. A Girl who Loved a Friend of mine was Impregnated and tossed aside irreverent of her condition and situations at seventeen. Animals in the Wild takes better care of each other than some Humans.


Same Place and time a Girl I thought I could Love, chooses my Best Friend. In Fisherman’s Lingo, you have keepers and throw backs,he definitely was the latter in all aspects. He was a Player with a Heart of Stone, self centered and unaware of others feelings except his own. Absolutely strange Bedfellows he and I, me I was looking for my soulmate, he was looking for fun. Another Girl in the Circle, Gorgeous to no end, also a Player the two could be twin Leopards with identical spots. They knew each other’s fierce preditory nature and were only cordially teasing to each other. I once told her that she was destined to be a working Girl. John on the other hand stayed steady with Coleen all through High School. Shortly thereafter they got Married and had three children. I guess Love can make a Husband out of even a Player. I stayed single till I was twenty eight, with all the Players I encountered, I was Gun shy figuring that if I met my Soulmate she could be an illusion. However on an uneventful chance meeting, not being on the prowl, I met a single mother of two Boys, in that situation most men become Dates who forget to call letting you know that something of a pressing nature came up and they won’t be able to see you ever.


I kept the Date and thirty six years later, I am happy I kept the Date. Funny how the Circle of Life revolves, my Mother was a single Mom and Men avoided her with her Baggage of two Boys. She was the most Loving, unselfish and trustworthy person I have ever known. I have seen her gave away her last Dollar to someone in need. I learned that loving giving Spirit’s should be cherished and adored. I was not about to let Laura get away from me because she had Baggage. The World is filled with Players, only out for self gratification.” Sweet dreams are made of these, some of them wants to use you, some of them wants to be used by you”. When it comes to Love, Romance and Relationships, today it seems that it’s all manufactured in Hollywood, nothing is real, it’s all a silhouette except for the Heartbreaks.

Relationships 101

20170227_212127The most important Relationship one could encounter is marriage. Yet as Parents we don’t teach our kids anything about Relationships, the ins and outs of Relationships,trustworthyness Congeniality, confidentiality, appreciation and having someone’s back. When they start dating which is the precursor, the forerunner and treadmill of Marriage, they are green to the Gill about what to look for in the opposite sex other than Sex, which should be the latter. If you have no scruples, no dedication, no principles and no ambition, you are the last person I want to crawl in Bed with. Whereas the Dating game seems to be nothing more than an extended one Night Stand. What is the point of starting a new Relationship when you haven’t a clue of what you are looking for in a relationship. Let’s talk about Social Relationships, being a friend, two Brothers growing up, someone picks a fight with one, he has now baught two for the price of one. Girls growing into Teens, someone spreads gossip, a true friend ignores and strengthens the Relationship.


On the other hand a so called Friend gets an attitude and end the friendship, over hear say Rumors. It is important to teach them that in a relationship someone has to be the bigger Man. My Mother was the biggest Man I ever known, she would take the blame to keep a relationship strong, to keep the family together. They need to know that bygones are just that, not to dwell on trivialities and let them come between a solid Relationship. If you are good at any of the above resolutions. You are a great candidate for Marriage, because these are the characteristics of a good Partner. A solid Relationship is two am a friend calls telling you they are too Drunk to Drive, you get out of your Bed, go get them bring them home safely possibly saving lives. Someone you have known most of your Life owes you money, instead of asking what’s wrong you break off the Relationship,unknowingly that they are having financial difficulties and are at witts end of throwing themselves off a Bridge. And you are going to end the friendship that could save a life. When being a good friend you could have extended yourself, further avoiding a catastrophe.


I don’t know if anyone have told you but these are the Backbone of Marriage when Sex become tired lazy and just something to do to keep you from being bored. It doesn’t matter who you choose for your next mate, after the love is gone. If you don’t have Characteristics all you are good for is pleasure. If so you should live in a pleasure Palace. Relationships built by physical dominance by either wears themselves and you out. After a while you Hate each other for not having anything in common.

From my Mouth after thirty six years.

Solid Relationships make Marriage Work.

It’s very unnerving when your supposedly other is away from you, not knowing what they are capable of, its not all about you. Solid Relationships taught early in life could reduce a lot of Divorces. Respect,Honesty if it kills you. Appreciation, Trust and Loyalty I bellowed Appreciation to my Kids from they were nine. If a Kid don’t learn Appreciation, how are they going to Appreciate a good Mate that puts up with their Idiosyncrasies and shortcomings.

Anthony The Whiner

The past few days I have received one hundred and seventy comments on my Blogs and my website. All positive and uplifting, except one. I  guess I deserve that, for about a week I keep lamenting to my Wife that the Site has been going strong, it’s been in production for five months with zero negative feedback. Considering I did all this by myself, from layout to creativity. One of my Readers labeled one of my Blogs as Whining and attention grabbing . That’s how someone without a mind of their own addresses Social Upheavals like what is going on in some of our farthest remote Rural Communities, Heroin Overdoses like the Opium epidemic that overwhelmed China.


How is this for whining, Human Trafficking like in the back of a Rental Truck, overcrowded with very little Oxogen for its overcrowded Cargo. This is not a one time Run, but daily, how Humane for its Victims buying a ticket to economic growth. You want more, the enslavement of Teens for the purpose of Prostitution, in a Civilized society with a Drug Culture, the consumers are the real Criminals not the Dealers that supply the Demand. In our  Prison system uncountable numbers of Teens are rotting away for Nuisance Crimes, like possession of small amounts sometimes with intent to Deliver or Distribut. And no intention on our part to Rehabilitate, I  will forever be whining till I die. I also was a misguided Adolescent , a troubled Teen and a young Adult with Issues. In my Hometown Wilkes Barre Pa there are Judges sitting in Prison for filling Cells with Teenagers who committed nuisance crimes. All for the purpose of lining their Pockets with kickbacks from privately run Prisons.


Whenever someone highlights a problem in society, he becomes a whiner by do nothing, because it’s not my problem people, people with the attitude that I got mine, and that’s all that matters. Wrong! I am my Brothers keeper. I have come to the conclusion that people are more comfortable with trivial thinking, rather than face the Reality of Social Upheavals. It is no more prevalent than Social media. Instead of using a powerful tool for Creative purpose as I am. They settle for ten minutes of Fame on trivial and obnoxious Posting. That’s what most  sideline critic’s do when it comes to issues of Relevance, they call it whining. Well ok you got me started, here is more whining,


on my way to work, a moron driving a five hundred dollars Heap that looks like it was on a Demolition Derby Circuit, almost sideswipe me. I escaped damages all the while looking at them through my mirror, the idiot was Texting  never took his eyes off the Phone the entire time. He was oblivious to the near miss. That could have been someone’s Child on his Hood. This is not my last words on the Subject of Whining.

Growing Up Early

By now it should be obvious that my passion is focusing on the rocky road of adolescence, the tumultuous Teens life, and the uncharted life of young Adults. To say that my young life was problematic would be a huge understatement. No one should be afforded the choices put in front of me in those early years. While working as a Contract Employee in a County Justice System, one day while sitting on a picnic Bench taking a break, less than fifty feet away were Buildings made of Cinder Blocks with windows four feet by eight inches. Behind those walls were Juveniles and teens, I reflected on my youth and spiritually connected with them. The taught of my spirit, my soul left to rot in a Cinder Block Cage, eats away at my Life Span. Knowing that there are young Souls dying behind those Bars gripes at my spirit, my soul is dying with theirs, knowing that if they had a Mother like mine, they would be on the outside sitting on the Bench with me.


It is for that reason why I am bellowing about problematic Children who ends up in the System of confinement without an Education. I neglected to further my Education, as the slang goes look it. I kick myself daily knowing I could have achieved a lot more in life with a Community College Degree. By gones are gone. You should not have to get to my age to see that you have short changed yourself. The things I think about these days of how I could have averted a bad start, would have mystified me at fifteen, at the Crossroads of do I do good or do I follow Bad, hell of a question. without the ability to reason things out you are lost. The power of reasoning comes from, Education, Responsibility and Cohesive Thinking, as in Family and Community. If you can get this licked you are now above the crowd, a leader people listen to you, all from being a stand alone Thinker, individuality rules. I learned early in life, if you follow the Pack, in a Cattle Drive there are always some who fall off Cliffs. Life is filled with Cliffs, Emotional, Psychological and Financial.

My Nemesis

My Nemesis

If at fifteen you had the Foresight of where you would be at fifty years of failed Living, knowing that you did not take advantage of all life afforded you, then you have no one to blame. When I was seventeen, there were days I just did not go to School, with no excuses , when I should have been learning the Responsibility of an Education. Why should at eighteen not to realize you are never too young to Die, do not box yourselves in. I was taught Individuality at an early age, she said do not Dress talk or walk like anyone else but you. Individuality is not the only thing that is going to keep you free of bad influence. There is so much to life that can be thrown away at the onset of living. I chose not to throw mine away, by growing up early, and realized that life is a Grown Up Game, and if you don’t Rock then you probably wont Roll.

About Us

I must divulge God is where I come from, and hope that when this life is over he will take me back, despite all my transgressions over the years. First and foremost thanks for the life he has given me, and protected through many failed attempts to end it. I was a late Pregnancy to a Mother exiting the birth cycle, everyone advised her to abort me, it was dangerous and life threatening. You would think using my life as an example I would be an advocate against. I choose not to be out of respect for Womanhood, and the right to choose. Being a devout Christian she chose to put our lives in God’s hands, she believed unequivocally that prayers moved mountains. That was the first time he interceded in my life, over the years all the way to fourteen, being the most rambunctious child ever put on this Earth. I unconsciously tried to end my life at least eight times unsuccessfully with his intervention. I treated life as someone who wore an invisible Halo and flaunted it.


In gratitude for bringing me here I put that Woman through living Hell worrying if I was going to make it this time, and the time after the next time. Every moment spent out of her sight, filled with Prayers, and worries of fretful aging. My adolescence aged her beyond the natural cycle, as a teenager she realized the job was bigger than her capability, so she employed God in prayers. Molested at fourteen, being a gifted street fighter I disabled my intended Rapist with a traumatic blow to his left eye with force to do permanent damage. with a choice of weapons to dissect him I put down the steak knife, walked out and left his miserable soul to God. I never told anyone about my attack through my entire life, leaving my attacker unaccountable. It seemed that fourteen would never end, that same year I beat a Boy senseless, he was the youngest sibling of two up and coming Gangsters, notorious Gunmen in their own rights. With all the failed attempts of ending my young Life, the inevitable was here. Once again he interceded, at a place where I had planned to be the two Teens met their Deaths Execution style no less than sixteen Bullets each. I went to the viewing, a place that I was not welcome, bold as I was, I opened the closed casket, observed their faces dimpled with Bullet holes, I had to see the faces of my intended Killers. The best part of being fourteen, was when I hopped a Plane, leaving Marverly , a place I Call little Trench Town, to another Bad Man’s Town. Bronx New York, with all the enticements to emulate Al Capone, to be inducted by the Black Panther Party, to be a major Player in the Drug World.


Once again he interceded giving me a Mother like mine. She knew that I was Hell Bent on a runaway Train called New York City. without her constant counseling, Prayers, motivating, and challenging me to rise above myself, I would have succumbed to the Street. A Mother knows when there is good and Bad in her Child. She saw and addressed what she had seen in me. She looked deep into my Soul and saw the me, that was oblivious to me. Without her devotion I would not have passed on an offer that made my cousin Millions, fifteen years in Prison and five Bullets. My Best Friend in High School who succumbed made a fortune, and the F.B.I most wanted List. On the day I was to be inducted by The Black Panther Party, with her intuition she told me if you leave this House do not come back. The Safe House where I was to be Inducted blew up killing two. I was having an endless tumultuous Teens Life, at nineteen Organized Crime Mobsters scouted me to sling Heroine to the tune of seven thousand Dollars per week, with Mother’s little voice in the back of my head, and the taught that I could never quit the Organization I declined the offer, after they had exposed themselves to me and lived to talk about it. once again thank you Lord for giving a Mother who was my conscience. Bless her Soul, she had always said there is good in everyone, I will be forever grateful for her foresight, I turned out to be a model Son and Citizen with her relentless efforts.               P.S I am what I am, what I am is  my Mother’s Clay.