Awww, what a refreshing book. Or maybe I have a special place for it since it was written in a neighborhood in Indiana. Whatever this is a excellent book. This right here is what I have been talking about when I put in one of my posts that just because street urban is becoming popular and making some money doesn’t mean that is what you as a writer need to write about especially if you know nothing about living in the hood. Don’t even attempt to do it because all you are going to look like is some white person trying to be down with black people and act like they are down for the struggle but then go home to their multi-million dollar home, attend their private school, and drive around in some foreign car that they cannot even spell without looking at the logo on the car. We go through a hell of a lot more than just messing in the drug game or falling in love with the infamous kingpin, only to have him turn the girl into a prostitute or a stripper. A talented writer can turn something simple like digging up their noses and turn it into a literary work of art with the street edge to it.
Get into Sister Souljah’s ‘Coldest Winter Ever’ and ‘Midnight’. Midnight is a perfect example because she took a family from a different country and put them into the ghetto. She wrote with street like precision about how the son had stepped up as the man of the house and gained respect from the streets. She did not put the typical hood clichés into the storyline, she just wrote. Her talent spoke for itself and made the book a success.
O.H. Bennett did this. The Lie was set back in the day where racism was evident through the school systems and they still had ‘Do not serve colored’ here signs. Terry Matheus is the younger brother of Lawrence Matheus. The story starts with Lawrence being shot right on the front porch of their home. Police are called, the whole neighbor comes out (you know how we do, we always have to go outside and see what is going on like it’s some tv show) the parents come home. Then the story. Terry tells this story of how some white boys from out of town stops to ask Lawrence directions to the city county building, upon driving off they came back around and called him a nigger and shoot him right there on his porch. Believable story.
What unravels after the incident is pure genius. This small hard working family is suddenly thrown into a living nightmare and how they respond to the shooting is so realistic. I know I keep addressing characters but if you don’t have great distinguishable characters you minds well give it up, you will not have a memorable book. Terry is eventually brought to the mastermind of his brother being shot after going on a rampage with his crazed uncle who he used to look up to and breaking into some redneck’s home and stealing his stash of weed and beating the crap out of him.
Lawrence’s little girlfriend Tamera Groves has her own secrets as well brewing in her stomach in the shape of a baby that she is aborts for fear of her abusive live in boyfriend from finding out and finishing her off. Everyone has secrets, some can kill a person, some can shift a whole future and some can cause a lifelong heaviness. It’s how one reacts to the secrets that decides the outcome. It’s all about forgiveness in the end.
I can see why this author is destined for great things and many books under his belt. Hopefully one day someone will write that about me.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Library or Liquor Store?
Summer is officially here. You wanna know how I know? Women have become walking advertisements to their bodies. Literally they have stripped their winter clothing and all other clothing so that lil’ boys (cause this apparently do not have a age limit) and men can see what they can have to physically offer. Somewhat like window shopping. Now I’m not saying that I am some nun in a Catholic church that walks around with her whole body covered. I like my body, but I also know how to dress casually without broadcasting what I have under what I’m wearing. I’m getting older; it’s a shame that I see mamas walking around in the same outfit that their daughters are wearing and probably bought from the same department. It makes me just shake my head.
But that’s not the purpose of this whole lil’ story. Parents, lets talk, adult to adult. School’s out. Your kidz are running around driving you and everybody else crazy. As we speak my six year old lil’ boy running around chasing his sister trying to fart on her. My house is small az hell, if you smelled what I smelled you would kick him out until his sick booty is repaired! I’m a big kid, 31 going on 6, I swear. I try to do as much with my kidz as I possibly can because my daughter is going to middle school and sooner or later she will slowly press away from me to become her own woman, it’s my job as a parent to equip her and my son with ish that they will be able to use once the time arrives for them to handle they business on their own. One thing I am proud of my kids is that they are in love with reading. We literally are at the library every day. Granted they still are human and are enticed by technology so they will spend most of their time in the children’s computer room but they will also pick up a book and stow away in some corner to read. I like to humbly take credit for that. From the jump they have seen their mama reading a book. They’ve seen me writing because they know that is what mama loves to do, write. My daughter will stop in the middle of her day and write story after story reminding me of when I was younger making up stories and putting my words to paper. My son results to just following behind me and making up a story rather than write but I’ll take it in any form long as I know their brains are being useful in these hot azz months we call summer.
What disappoints me though is the lack of my mirror image there at the library. Or if they are there, they are too busy running around instead of running around picking up books. Or they are logging on the computers to go to their Facebook pages or YouTube to listen to music they know good well they should not be listening to. The employees at the library try to monitor what sites the kids can explore in the Children Services but you know how that goes, they have to go and tend to other kids, programs or restocking of materials.
(Let me pause here a minute. I’m not trying to down-grade my people. I love my people and I want them to exceed in everything, real ish.)
I go to Hanna Homestead park a few blocks down from my street and I see little kidz, three-five years old, cursing. The language is messed up. Half of them cannot conduct a legit sentence but could rap the hottest song on the radio word for word, and it’s the explicit version too! Fort Wayne has created a bigger and better main library with sources I still haven’t used yet and still we choose not to take our kidz there to take advantage of them. We even had a library built in the hood. Still no kind of movement.
Because of what I’ve seen in this short time since school let out I’ve become determined to start a campaign. Haven’t decided what I want to call it but my mission is that all kidz regardless of race, needs to have a library card and easy access to use that library card. When your baby is born, library card should fall right after getting your child’s social security card. I ain’t jokin’! Yall laughin’ but these babies are our future. I don’t wanna come off preachy but it is what it is. Get off your lazy azzez and take your kidz to get a book. Books can enhance their reading skillz, math skillz, communication skillz, you get my drift. Most of yall are concerned with going to the liquor store as soon as it opens or the clothing store or the grocery store, food stamp card in hand easy, but stutter and squirm when your kids mention the L word like it’s some type of holy water that will burn you. They have programs that would keep your kidz busy and interested. Every summer they have the reading program where kidz can receive prizes for how much they read. They have students come in once a week and read to the kidz and the kidz read to them. I mean a lot of ish, and it’s fun seriously, I’m not lying. Don’t be scared! What you think lightening will hit you if you step into the library?
Anyway, like I said I am on a mission to create this campaign for every child to have a library card. I’m going to contact some libraries to see if they want to come on board with it, which I would think they would; so stay tuned and as my plan unravels I will keep you informed. But in the meantime go to the library!
Oh, one more thing; the library is not a place for you teenagers to meet with your boo to chase him/her around. A real man/woman loves when a man/woman is capable and excited to pick up a book to better themselves mentally. It is cool to have a book in your hand and actually read it. A friend I ran into at the library actually said that no one told us that we can become writers or to really pick up a book other than what the school told us to read for a class. Well I’m going to be that person to tell you that you can. With all the urban lit being created I guarantee you lil fast girls and horny boys will even get into this movement.
Peace and Love
But that’s not the purpose of this whole lil’ story. Parents, lets talk, adult to adult. School’s out. Your kidz are running around driving you and everybody else crazy. As we speak my six year old lil’ boy running around chasing his sister trying to fart on her. My house is small az hell, if you smelled what I smelled you would kick him out until his sick booty is repaired! I’m a big kid, 31 going on 6, I swear. I try to do as much with my kidz as I possibly can because my daughter is going to middle school and sooner or later she will slowly press away from me to become her own woman, it’s my job as a parent to equip her and my son with ish that they will be able to use once the time arrives for them to handle they business on their own. One thing I am proud of my kids is that they are in love with reading. We literally are at the library every day. Granted they still are human and are enticed by technology so they will spend most of their time in the children’s computer room but they will also pick up a book and stow away in some corner to read. I like to humbly take credit for that. From the jump they have seen their mama reading a book. They’ve seen me writing because they know that is what mama loves to do, write. My daughter will stop in the middle of her day and write story after story reminding me of when I was younger making up stories and putting my words to paper. My son results to just following behind me and making up a story rather than write but I’ll take it in any form long as I know their brains are being useful in these hot azz months we call summer.
What disappoints me though is the lack of my mirror image there at the library. Or if they are there, they are too busy running around instead of running around picking up books. Or they are logging on the computers to go to their Facebook pages or YouTube to listen to music they know good well they should not be listening to. The employees at the library try to monitor what sites the kids can explore in the Children Services but you know how that goes, they have to go and tend to other kids, programs or restocking of materials.
(Let me pause here a minute. I’m not trying to down-grade my people. I love my people and I want them to exceed in everything, real ish.)
I go to Hanna Homestead park a few blocks down from my street and I see little kidz, three-five years old, cursing. The language is messed up. Half of them cannot conduct a legit sentence but could rap the hottest song on the radio word for word, and it’s the explicit version too! Fort Wayne has created a bigger and better main library with sources I still haven’t used yet and still we choose not to take our kidz there to take advantage of them. We even had a library built in the hood. Still no kind of movement.
Because of what I’ve seen in this short time since school let out I’ve become determined to start a campaign. Haven’t decided what I want to call it but my mission is that all kidz regardless of race, needs to have a library card and easy access to use that library card. When your baby is born, library card should fall right after getting your child’s social security card. I ain’t jokin’! Yall laughin’ but these babies are our future. I don’t wanna come off preachy but it is what it is. Get off your lazy azzez and take your kidz to get a book. Books can enhance their reading skillz, math skillz, communication skillz, you get my drift. Most of yall are concerned with going to the liquor store as soon as it opens or the clothing store or the grocery store, food stamp card in hand easy, but stutter and squirm when your kids mention the L word like it’s some type of holy water that will burn you. They have programs that would keep your kidz busy and interested. Every summer they have the reading program where kidz can receive prizes for how much they read. They have students come in once a week and read to the kidz and the kidz read to them. I mean a lot of ish, and it’s fun seriously, I’m not lying. Don’t be scared! What you think lightening will hit you if you step into the library?
Anyway, like I said I am on a mission to create this campaign for every child to have a library card. I’m going to contact some libraries to see if they want to come on board with it, which I would think they would; so stay tuned and as my plan unravels I will keep you informed. But in the meantime go to the library!
Oh, one more thing; the library is not a place for you teenagers to meet with your boo to chase him/her around. A real man/woman loves when a man/woman is capable and excited to pick up a book to better themselves mentally. It is cool to have a book in your hand and actually read it. A friend I ran into at the library actually said that no one told us that we can become writers or to really pick up a book other than what the school told us to read for a class. Well I’m going to be that person to tell you that you can. With all the urban lit being created I guarantee you lil fast girls and horny boys will even get into this movement.
Peace and Love
The Sleeping Dragon
Again what is it with me and Japanese writers lately but it is what it is, apparently we Americans are missing something in the writing world and we need to check a couple of these Japanese out and take some serious notes. The Sleeping Dragon, whew, where do I start? I’m glad that I’m not the only one who has a crazy mind that unleashes some crazy ish now and again. A typhoon floods the streets of Tokyo, we all know what a typhoon is so I don’t need to explain. A mediocre writer for some newspaper/magazine happens to be driving in the streets while the streets are getting pounded with torrential rains in a car that is similar to my old one (stops when it wants to cause it thinks it has it like that, LOL). Out of nowhere he almost runs over someone who is fixing their bike at the side of the road but manages to stop in time. That is where ish starts to go downhill. That is why I will never, ever, ever, pick up strangers off the street, I don’t give a damn if the person is covered in blood – that may not be that person’s blood but someone else’s and they are on the hunt again to kill someone else (me) for kicks!
The story is told in the view of Kosaka, the journalist who picks up the young boy by the name of Shinji. I kind of don’t like doing my own stories completely in this view because I feel like my readers would be missing something from the other characters that make the story but Miyuki did it perfectly in this one. It serves its purpose at the end after everything comes together and all of the questions are answered. But anywho, as they are driving they run over something. Kosaka stops and gets hit with the pounding rain as he tries to figure out what the hell he ran over. Come to find out it was a manhole someone opened up. This fool sitting here trying to close the thing before someone accidentally falls in it, if it was me I would keep it moving but it wasn’t me so as he is attempting poorly to close this drain up, another man comes out of nowhere asking him has he seen his son. Kosaka puts two and two together and realize that the boy most likely fell into the drain and drowned.
Lets fast forward a little bit and get into who this little boy he picked up really is. Just so happens that Shinji is a mind reader. He is able to touch people, things, whatever and get a vibe off of it. He touches Kosaka and tells him a few things about his deepest secrets. Kosaka doesn’t want to have anything more to do with this stranger especially since the boy told him who had opened up the manhole that leads the seven year old to fall to his death. Consciences come into play in all of the main characters as in real life and some freaky azz ish start to happen in this journalist’s life. Bet he never thought his life could become this interesting this quickly. Oh, and another mind reader similar to Shinji name Naoya comes in the middle of this whirlwind psychic mess. Mysterious callers that only answer by tapping on the phone, blank letters appearing at Kosaka’s place of employment; I’m telling you this is a good read for the summer. Check this author out!
Peace and Love
The story is told in the view of Kosaka, the journalist who picks up the young boy by the name of Shinji. I kind of don’t like doing my own stories completely in this view because I feel like my readers would be missing something from the other characters that make the story but Miyuki did it perfectly in this one. It serves its purpose at the end after everything comes together and all of the questions are answered. But anywho, as they are driving they run over something. Kosaka stops and gets hit with the pounding rain as he tries to figure out what the hell he ran over. Come to find out it was a manhole someone opened up. This fool sitting here trying to close the thing before someone accidentally falls in it, if it was me I would keep it moving but it wasn’t me so as he is attempting poorly to close this drain up, another man comes out of nowhere asking him has he seen his son. Kosaka puts two and two together and realize that the boy most likely fell into the drain and drowned.
Lets fast forward a little bit and get into who this little boy he picked up really is. Just so happens that Shinji is a mind reader. He is able to touch people, things, whatever and get a vibe off of it. He touches Kosaka and tells him a few things about his deepest secrets. Kosaka doesn’t want to have anything more to do with this stranger especially since the boy told him who had opened up the manhole that leads the seven year old to fall to his death. Consciences come into play in all of the main characters as in real life and some freaky azz ish start to happen in this journalist’s life. Bet he never thought his life could become this interesting this quickly. Oh, and another mind reader similar to Shinji name Naoya comes in the middle of this whirlwind psychic mess. Mysterious callers that only answer by tapping on the phone, blank letters appearing at Kosaka’s place of employment; I’m telling you this is a good read for the summer. Check this author out!
Peace and Love
Friday, July 2, 2010
Second Sight by George D. Shuman
I have a serious knack for picking up good azz bookz which I have said many times. This time was no different. (Yes, every so often I'll get a bad apple, don't we all have one of those in every family?)
Sherry Moore has been blind for 32 years of her life. She also has a special talent that allows her the privilege to work with the police department. I know, it's starting to sound like the show Medium. Luv the show but this is not that. Ms. Sherry has the ability to touch dead bodies, (I see dead people! Come on now, you knew I was going to say that) and see the last moments of the person's life. Crazy ish ain't it? Now this story would not be a story if something off the chain didn't happen. Exposure to radioactive waves sends her to a vacationed stay at a hospital for treatment. Eventually a good friend and doctor evaluates her to see if she still has her gift. One hand later, her brain sends a contorted vision that jolts bad feelings in her as well as seeing, yes seeing. After 32 years Sherry Moore can see. She quickly learns that life was a hell of a lot better when she was blind.
The author successfully has woven all the characters playing in the book together to create a believable plot. Like how I like my movies, the action hits the ground running from the jump, that's how this novel is. He inserted parts when needed and intensified ish to make the reader (that would be me, duh) continue reading. A great psychic suspense, but don't take my word for it; ok take it a little bit. My point tho is to go and get it!
Peace and Love
Sherry Moore has been blind for 32 years of her life. She also has a special talent that allows her the privilege to work with the police department. I know, it's starting to sound like the show Medium. Luv the show but this is not that. Ms. Sherry has the ability to touch dead bodies, (I see dead people! Come on now, you knew I was going to say that) and see the last moments of the person's life. Crazy ish ain't it? Now this story would not be a story if something off the chain didn't happen. Exposure to radioactive waves sends her to a vacationed stay at a hospital for treatment. Eventually a good friend and doctor evaluates her to see if she still has her gift. One hand later, her brain sends a contorted vision that jolts bad feelings in her as well as seeing, yes seeing. After 32 years Sherry Moore can see. She quickly learns that life was a hell of a lot better when she was blind.
The author successfully has woven all the characters playing in the book together to create a believable plot. Like how I like my movies, the action hits the ground running from the jump, that's how this novel is. He inserted parts when needed and intensified ish to make the reader (that would be me, duh) continue reading. A great psychic suspense, but don't take my word for it; ok take it a little bit. My point tho is to go and get it!
Peace and Love
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
The Echo Maker by Richard Powers
I really try to read every book that I pick up regardless if it sucks or not I will continue to read it to the end and try to figure out what the hell the author was trying to express. Every now and again I will throw a book, literally, to the side and damn near spit at it if it sucks that bad, hence ‘Moth to a Flame’. But for the most part, I consider myself an equal opportunity reader. And this novel was no different.
Birds. Goofy looking birds at that are how this story starts out. Explains the uniqueness of some cranes, yada, yada, yada. A few pages over and an accident ensues.
If I was not paying attention I probably would have missed the whole thing. Something like when I drive thru a really small city that doesn’t even own a stop light, I will miss it if I didn’t pay attention to the road. Yeah ish like that. I really was hoping thru out the story that these crazy looking birds that come to this small town will have something to do with the accident that happened. I guess it did but it didn’t. I don’t know what the author was trying to tell with these things. After a certain point I assumed that the birds and humans swapped brains cause everyone was acting a little wacko by the end of the story. The characters were all bipolar except for the man who got in the accident, Mark. Once he came out of his coma, everyone that was in his life before seemed like robot versions of the originals. The way he talked about him with his child-like way of thinking amused the hell out of me. He had no problem telling how it is! The other characters, they were colorful, and that’s me being nice. I guess the purpose of the story was these characters were suppose to find themselves and go toward what makes them truly happy but……I guess.
The ending was whack! Thank god I read fast or otherwise I would have been a little disappointed if I wasted a week or two or three on a weird story. Why’d I read it? Cause I’m trying to figure out why the books that are on the top ten bestsellers thriller list are on there so I’m reading all of them. Personally I don’t understand how some of them are there and I’m not. I’m not saying I’m the best writer there are but I should have clearly been neck in neck with this book.
At the end of the day, read this at your own risk.
Peace and Love.
Next read – Second Sight by George D. Shuman (Please don’t let this one disappoint me. A good description doesn’t always mean a good read)
The Echo Maker
Birds. Goofy looking birds at that are how this story starts out. Explains the uniqueness of some cranes, yada, yada, yada. A few pages over and an accident ensues.
If I was not paying attention I probably would have missed the whole thing. Something like when I drive thru a really small city that doesn’t even own a stop light, I will miss it if I didn’t pay attention to the road. Yeah ish like that. I really was hoping thru out the story that these crazy looking birds that come to this small town will have something to do with the accident that happened. I guess it did but it didn’t. I don’t know what the author was trying to tell with these things. After a certain point I assumed that the birds and humans swapped brains cause everyone was acting a little wacko by the end of the story. The characters were all bipolar except for the man who got in the accident, Mark. Once he came out of his coma, everyone that was in his life before seemed like robot versions of the originals. The way he talked about him with his child-like way of thinking amused the hell out of me. He had no problem telling how it is! The other characters, they were colorful, and that’s me being nice. I guess the purpose of the story was these characters were suppose to find themselves and go toward what makes them truly happy but……I guess.
The ending was whack! Thank god I read fast or otherwise I would have been a little disappointed if I wasted a week or two or three on a weird story. Why’d I read it? Cause I’m trying to figure out why the books that are on the top ten bestsellers thriller list are on there so I’m reading all of them. Personally I don’t understand how some of them are there and I’m not. I’m not saying I’m the best writer there are but I should have clearly been neck in neck with this book.
At the end of the day, read this at your own risk.
Peace and Love.
Next read – Second Sight by George D. Shuman (Please don’t let this one disappoint me. A good description doesn’t always mean a good read)
The Echo Maker
Monday, June 28, 2010
For you freaks out there!
I had to pull this one out of the archives but I remembered that I wrote it last night and thought I would go ahead and re-post this erotic tale for all you little freaks. It's short but trust me I have more to come. Go ahead and check your girl out on Scribd.com or click the link (http://www.scribd.com/doc/33662637/Ssshh-Be-Quiet)! Please don't read alone.
Watch out for Brotherhood coming within the next week!
Watch out for Brotherhood coming within the next week!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
On the come up.............
Ok so I'm doing a little bit of an adjustment in my writing and how I present to people. When I started this blog almost a year ago, I didn't have any intentions with it; basically it was just to see if I could create a buzz for myself. A year later, I haven't received the buzz I wanted. I thought starting with friends and family would get the ball rolling but apparently not cause they are still not supporting a bish enough to put any kind of comments in any of my post which is still very, very, very, (you get the picture) upsetting. Then I took a real good look at the content that I was putting on this site and realized that it may not be what interest them, but still it's hurts that I'm not getting no kind of love a year later.
But I digress.
For several months now I have been looking into switching over to WordPress.com. I've said it plenty of times in some of my threads. I've checked out some websites that have used this format and I'm impressed with what I've seen. I definitely decided to go ahead and go with Wordpress, but I've got to do it right. I can't do it blindly and expect readers to loyally keep coming to my lil' whatever this is, ya feel me. I'm thinking big this time. I have talent, I just need to figure out a great, organized plan to get my talent out in the open.
For the next week or two I'm going to sit down and write what my goals are for this website and how to get myself out there beyond just a couple of friends reading this out of pure sympathy because I begged them too. LOL.
My website will be the called the name of the publishing business I am starting. It will contain a section where readers will get excerpts on my books that I will be selling - yes selling! I have kids to feed!. I will have mini commercials to go along with those excerpts, a place for my blog and reviews and a bunch of other stuff I'm expecting to launch so get ready cause this ish right here, will definitely be the ish!
Peace and Love
But I digress.
For several months now I have been looking into switching over to WordPress.com. I've said it plenty of times in some of my threads. I've checked out some websites that have used this format and I'm impressed with what I've seen. I definitely decided to go ahead and go with Wordpress, but I've got to do it right. I can't do it blindly and expect readers to loyally keep coming to my lil' whatever this is, ya feel me. I'm thinking big this time. I have talent, I just need to figure out a great, organized plan to get my talent out in the open.
For the next week or two I'm going to sit down and write what my goals are for this website and how to get myself out there beyond just a couple of friends reading this out of pure sympathy because I begged them too. LOL.
My website will be the called the name of the publishing business I am starting. It will contain a section where readers will get excerpts on my books that I will be selling - yes selling! I have kids to feed!. I will have mini commercials to go along with those excerpts, a place for my blog and reviews and a bunch of other stuff I'm expecting to launch so get ready cause this ish right here, will definitely be the ish!
Peace and Love
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
BMF by Mara Shalhoup
Fitting that I come across this book around the time I posted on my Facebook page that the temptation to do something illegal to make quick money is sounding good right about now. And even as I'm writing Rick Ross's new single BMF is banging in the background. That's crazy that one man and his affiliates can influence a culture. And when I say influence I mean this 'family' name has been in so many rap songs you would think he was 2Pac or Jay-Z when all this lil' boy was was a big tyme drug dealer (that happened to create a movement). He managed to get Jacob the Jeweler into this mess of covering up for BMF and he had no reason; hell he has money coming out of his azz from the sales of his jewelry pieces alone. How many rappers cop his ish? But then again 98% of those rappers are frontin' anyway, they didn't buy them and they probably fake!
Ok let me rewind this back for a minute. BMF is supposedly giving you the basis of how the largest black owned *pause* drug cartel got started and how it all fell down; hence the title.
How do I feel about Big Meech? I mean that is why you are reading this right?
I'm torn. A great journalist, reporter, interviewer whatever you wanna call it, can empathize with the person they are interviewing. Empathize, not sympathize. What I mean is the one asking the questions can subtract their emotions and manage to feel where the person is coming from. The greatest at this? Oprah. Fuck wrinkly prune-face Barbara Walters! I'm not trying to say everybody run out and sell drugs and kill a few people either. But the BMF (Black Mafia Family) started out with seeing their father and mother working their azzez off in order to support the fam and the two brothers, like all hoods across America. They didn't want to live like that so they got into the drug game and instantly became addicted to the most powerful drug - money, quick money at that. Big Meech and his brother Terry were literally night and day when it came to handling business. Don't get it twisted, they both craved the money but Meech was the show off. He had to party hard with an entourage that would make Diddy's camp sit down. As a matter of fact one of Diddy's old body guard was intermixed in there too. Meech and his people all drove around in cars half of yall can not pronounce let alone spell. Lavish homes would not do justice to how his houses were. And somewhere in the mix Meech managed to get it in with some of the hottest rappers because he wanted to be one himself. (Nelly, Young Jeezy, Gucci Mane just to name a few)
Terry, unlike his brother, hated attention. He wanted to be the front man on his operation. When millions of dollars of cocaine were shipped, he was right there making sure no one jipped him. Money needed to be collected? Yeah, he was on that one too. Meech didn't handle the cocaine or the money too much so in case he got arrested they had no link between the cocaine being distributed or money from a sale. Maybe that was the reason it took the DEA (Donut Eating Azzez) so long to capture him and hit him with ish that would send him away for a long time.
Like all too good to be true tales, this all came to an end. With all of the workers up under Meech you would think it would be easy to capture him cause you know niggas get jealous of the boss and want to outshine him eventually becoming a snitch. Whatever Meech had tho, his workers had; it was a family affair. However when niggas started to get caught, whoooooo they mouths became diarrhea. (Ugghh!) Funny how that happens. Read the book to find out more details on how that went down. Walking away from it, I really felt like Meech was a certified pimp and his 'fam' were his bitches, cause he let them do all the dirty work while he sat back eating good. I mean last time I checked that was the definition of a pimp. they should have tacked on prostitution to the list. I just call it how I see it, I don't need any residual members of the BMF to come looking for me and do me and my family in. It's just business, nothing personal.
Before I go just a few things about this chick's writing style. At times she would tell a story and then the following chapter would be something that happened before the previous chapter's events. She should have did it all in order. Also numerous times she repeated ish, felt like I had multiple deju vu moments. But it was a decent read, if you like criminal ish!
Peace and Love
Ok let me rewind this back for a minute. BMF is supposedly giving you the basis of how the largest black owned *pause* drug cartel got started and how it all fell down; hence the title.
How do I feel about Big Meech? I mean that is why you are reading this right?
I'm torn. A great journalist, reporter, interviewer whatever you wanna call it, can empathize with the person they are interviewing. Empathize, not sympathize. What I mean is the one asking the questions can subtract their emotions and manage to feel where the person is coming from. The greatest at this? Oprah. Fuck wrinkly prune-face Barbara Walters! I'm not trying to say everybody run out and sell drugs and kill a few people either. But the BMF (Black Mafia Family) started out with seeing their father and mother working their azzez off in order to support the fam and the two brothers, like all hoods across America. They didn't want to live like that so they got into the drug game and instantly became addicted to the most powerful drug - money, quick money at that. Big Meech and his brother Terry were literally night and day when it came to handling business. Don't get it twisted, they both craved the money but Meech was the show off. He had to party hard with an entourage that would make Diddy's camp sit down. As a matter of fact one of Diddy's old body guard was intermixed in there too. Meech and his people all drove around in cars half of yall can not pronounce let alone spell. Lavish homes would not do justice to how his houses were. And somewhere in the mix Meech managed to get it in with some of the hottest rappers because he wanted to be one himself. (Nelly, Young Jeezy, Gucci Mane just to name a few)
Terry, unlike his brother, hated attention. He wanted to be the front man on his operation. When millions of dollars of cocaine were shipped, he was right there making sure no one jipped him. Money needed to be collected? Yeah, he was on that one too. Meech didn't handle the cocaine or the money too much so in case he got arrested they had no link between the cocaine being distributed or money from a sale. Maybe that was the reason it took the DEA (Donut Eating Azzez) so long to capture him and hit him with ish that would send him away for a long time.
Like all too good to be true tales, this all came to an end. With all of the workers up under Meech you would think it would be easy to capture him cause you know niggas get jealous of the boss and want to outshine him eventually becoming a snitch. Whatever Meech had tho, his workers had; it was a family affair. However when niggas started to get caught, whoooooo they mouths became diarrhea. (Ugghh!) Funny how that happens. Read the book to find out more details on how that went down. Walking away from it, I really felt like Meech was a certified pimp and his 'fam' were his bitches, cause he let them do all the dirty work while he sat back eating good. I mean last time I checked that was the definition of a pimp. they should have tacked on prostitution to the list. I just call it how I see it, I don't need any residual members of the BMF to come looking for me and do me and my family in. It's just business, nothing personal.
Before I go just a few things about this chick's writing style. At times she would tell a story and then the following chapter would be something that happened before the previous chapter's events. She should have did it all in order. Also numerous times she repeated ish, felt like I had multiple deju vu moments. But it was a decent read, if you like criminal ish!
Peace and Love
Saturday, June 19, 2010
whateva! ish don't change
Well this apparently is my last week of school since for whatever reason they chose to discontinue my status as a full time student! Feelin' real pissed right about now. I don't understand it. I see cats all the time runnin' around gettin' things out of life they don't even deserve and I don't mean just material ish either-a decent family, someone that puts up with they ish 24/7! Here I am finally with a legit plan to start my own business, raise my kidz on my own and I still can't get it right! Everything loves to walk away from me like it never existed! That feeling of me standing still and everyone else passing me has hit me like a semi-truck!
I mean the only positive thing out of this is the fact that I can focus more on getting this website put up and my writing but it would have been a good look to have that Bach. degree in marketing next to my name. I was really learning some ish to help my business.
What ever happened to 'God helps those that helps themselves'? What a joke!
I mean the only positive thing out of this is the fact that I can focus more on getting this website put up and my writing but it would have been a good look to have that Bach. degree in marketing next to my name. I was really learning some ish to help my business.
What ever happened to 'God helps those that helps themselves'? What a joke!
Friday, June 18, 2010
next week; on vaca
I will be back next week some new work, I'm just really trying to keep my A+++++ grade so I'm focusing on my 2 papers and finals.
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