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Blog postWas there ever really a time when peace and harmony existed?
The question and answer is two fold.
Yes and no.
The polarities of life exist in order for us to have experiences. There’s no hot without cold, pain without pleasure, peace without war, chaos without harmony and gangster without the guru. LOL.
How would we know one from the other without the other existing?
There are often times when life doesn’t make sense with logic and reason.
It se -
Blog postDec 30, 2018 at 11:36 AM It was way too long.
Over a decade since I had last seen my son.
The fault was mainly mine.
In his later, teenage wild out years, I couldn’t and didn’t want to risk my out spoken, take no shit, quick to throw a snap back to anyone that dares to make a disrespectful under the breath comment about his lifestyle.
He proudly defends his crown of me labeling him the gayest man on earth.
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Blog postDec 8, 2018 at 12:37 PM The wailing moan of grief and distress from the phone receiver gouged at my heart.
Weeping tears, sobs of sorrow while gasping from breath between the utterances of half spoken words, making no sense at all, caused my mind to kick into over-drive of worse case scenarios.
“Is my mother all right?” I asked.
No cognitive answer, more groaning and sniffles.
“Sweetheart, calm down, take a deep breath and tell dad what’s w -
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Blog post“…I laid back down in my bed, put on my headphones to catch the local radio station news, when I heard “United States Penitentiary Canaan, is locked down due to the murder of office Erick Wilkins, by an inmate in the unit he was assigned to.”
“Oh shit P-Lee!” I shouted, shooting up out of the bed and snapping on the light.
“Yo! What’s up man?” raising from under the blanket, eyes squinting from the sudden brightness.
“We’re locked down because they killed a CO last nig -
Blog post“Unable to disguise the impact of Maria’s news when I walked in the unit, my friend Twin, wasn’t far behind me after I went into my cell to sulk. Twin’s called my bigger little brother, who’s been my work out partner since he arrived at Canaan from Lewisburg about a week after I did. At 5’9, he was tipping the scale at 260 pounds back then, but after a few months of working out hard together six days a week, he dropped down to 215 pounds. Although he still struggled with a s
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Blog postI have no problem admitting that my gangster mentality stemmed from a false self-perception and lack of self-love to all the various gang members I’ve had as cellmates. When I discuss how I’ve refused to entertain those negative thought patterns to Bloods, Crips, Gangster Disciples and Vice Lords that I’ve bunked with, most couldn’t imagine changing their lives being apart from their gang.
This was especially true for a 24-year-old Crip, from Long Island named Esco. Short, -
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Blog postMy daughter Nia, is in her 2nd month of high school and with all the worries of drugs, drinking, and of course these no good boys….there’s another internal clock of worry ticking in my mind, one that the parents of past generations didn’t have to fathom…..the possibility of our child’s school being next in line for a mass shooting.
Last year taught us it’s not “if” there’s going to be another school shooting, but “when”.
To have to tell my 13-year-old daughter, to jump out the n -
Blog post“Worry stems from a degree of fear, which is difficult to overcome because it’s how most of us are conditioned to think.”
“Conditioned to think?” Carlos said, standing up walking over to the C.D. player and lowering the volume. “I don’t know how you were taught to think,” he said walking back over to his chair, “but I’m not conditioned or trained to think any type of way.” Shaking his head, sitting back down.
“How did we go from praying and the spirits to how we th -
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Blog postOct 10, 2018 at 4:23 PM Suddenly an agonizing outcry interrupted my afternoon spades game. It’s the wailing I was used to after spending over a decade in the penitentiary where stabbings are methodical occurrences that happen every week. Yet, in the two and a half years I’ve been back in M.D.C. Brooklyn on appeal, there’s only been two stabbings on my unit, which would really be labeled as scratches, not that serious at all.
But this currant screeching was reminiscent of the pa -
Blog post“When I finished studying a book, I would normally pass it along to Paradise, who never held back on giving me his point of view of what I gave him to read and today was no different. Walking in my cell, putting the gray chair over the toilet bowl to take a seat, Paradise announced, “I can’t accept all this law of attraction, God is love bull shit!”
“Why not?”
“Because there’s no way that I attracted this life sentence.”
“And yet you’re here with the life sentenc -
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