(ghostwriter daydreaming of....) my wife list of demands grew longer and longer..after she toss me with all her might into the real world many of times, one day I landed flat on my ass in supermarket, BACK in the day named BOYS MARKET, I was a janitor, stock boy and cashiers assistant,wow! I now knew what it felt like to be bald head Samson in the holy bible!, superman with kryptonite, the real world sucked! and I didn't like it as a young man...missing the stage! there are no friendly welcoming in the real world, there are no famous people taking you under their wings, there are no loud speakers to hear your name being introduced to the stage,there is no personal fashion statement to be admired,there are no applauds when you walk in to the room, there is no purpose of you being a guest of honor...the special powers you once had is unnecessary, yes I said unnecessary.I would stand in the real world that my wife tossed me in and say what the fuck am I doing down here, I should be up there among the stars!..(ghostwriter crooked smile with a whisper..."enjoy your dream and take it for granted")...landing flat on my ass working at a supermarket, on a day I will always remember, a school principal came into the supermarket, she introduced herself to me and refreshing my memory of a show I did at her school,I remember the deal agreement because I get paid big money for the show,unfortunately I didn't remember her school or the show,simply because I was doing shows and traveling one place to another doing shows,you talk to so many people,I was checking her groceries and listening to her talk about my show that day at her school, she said she's been looking for me and wanted to give me something,the supermarket manager was pointing at me saying he's going to get me,at the same time I was wondering what is a school principal walking out to her Benz to bring back to me,I glanced at the manager he is getting angry and more angry then I glanced back to the school principal walking back into the supermarket , she hand me a eight by ten envelope and walk back to her Merced Benz and drive away,employees gathered around me,but not the supermarket manager,he's about to go off!..so all the employees are waiting for me to open the envelope,open it! is it money? is it a college scholarship,they mumble in the circle we stand, so I open the envelope and pulled out a certificate of recognition from the los Angeles school district of California for the performing arts,some employees knew what the certificate represented and some had no clue.(true story...by the way the school principal was African American,must be mentioned for the record.)
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(THE SHUCK AND JIVE TAP DANCE)
my wife list of demands were numbered and she was checking them off one by one............one day my jeep was packed and ready to go for my tomorrow night show, microphones, amps, speakers, lighting, it was a adult audience show function.during this time I was juggling marriage and a show business career trying to anyway.the night of this show,my wife is standing in front of the door wearing her,I am not sure the name but they are made of silk fabric and women wear them to bed,I think they're called nighties,my wife's was see through and she sleeps in it.. at the time I am wearing a suit and tie and ready to go,she asked me where I am going,I said you know you seen my calendar,as she stand in front of the door she's posing sexy,I keep telling her we will celebrate when I get back,she asked to see the deal agreement,reading it in front of the door,she was happy but not moving from in front of the door,she said the show was too long and she's going to miss me,I told her she was invited,she said her pussy was to wet to go, and pulled me by my tie into the bedroom...the next morning I awake wearing my wife nightie, dragging my half sleep self into the kitchen for coffee,when I look up I see my wife and her sister sitting at the kitchen table giggling,I look out the kitchen window at my jeep and see all my equipment inside my jeep,I looked at my wife while her and sister giggling, I drag my sleepy young self to the electric coffee pot, my sister inlaw get up from the kitchen table,standing beside me she hand me a wine cooler, my wife yells at her sister " he don't drink bitch!" my wife sister yelling back at my wife "we're out of coffee ho!" I remember them yelling at each other and me downing the wine cooler while they were yelling at each other...two things I like to mention..,wine coolers were great back in the day I don't know if they are still around today...second breaking a deal agreement is bad bad bad but how do you resist c-cups with a phat ass.
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(NOT MUCH SHUCKING BUT A WHOLE LOT OF JIVING)
ghostwriter pondering the memory of.....as a entertainer you live in a very different world so you don't get to become up close and personal with the real world but the more my wife kept tossing me in to the real world the more I seen it up close and personal....I will be brief on this story, one day working in the real world,not sure where but a husband and wife couple was telling me about a show they booked me for,they mentioned the deal agreement to me,this deal agreement was signed by the band management I was touring with in the pass, the management also separated my act from other acts in the management company, I remember the couple being so happy about the show but I really wanted to tell the couple about that deal agreement that they made with the management company, but I was a good lil ventriloquist and kept my mouth shut (besides you can't do that it's unlawful to interfere with deal agreements or something like that),in the deal agreement the management company jacked the couple with "THE MIDDLE MAN FEES"..I just stood there listened to the couple praise the event and show they so much enjoyed for that night but the price they paid was for a entire.... MONTH!
__________________________________________________________________________________________( WHEN THE BFF DO THE SHUCK AND JIVE DANCE TOGETHER) ......ghostwriter glaring at his ventriloquist partner sitting across the room,eyes drawing up and down to the screen,until a dream appears of his ventriloquist partner hand touching his hand,in a black and white film in the ghostwriter's mind rewinding to a day...."when the best friends for life do the shuck and jive dance together".....driving up to my drive way seeing my wife two best friends cars parked in front of my house,the sister in law greet me at the drive way alone,smoking a cigarette,she walk to my jeep passenger car door saying don't do anything stupid,I knew it was trouble when I seen both of the bff cars parked in front of our house.my wife sister told me everything I needed to know about what was going on inside the house with my wife and bff,my sister inlaw walked around to my driver side door,she reached in side to open the door,I get out when the door opened, she put her hand in mine and we start walking towards the front door,as we are walking towards the front door,her voice is soft and her words are positive,letting me know that she's with me and I am not alone.********(my sister inlaw open the front door guiding me by the hand in to the living room) calling my wife name "your hubby is home!"my wife and her two bff walk out the bedroom wearing mini skirts and pumps,wearing makeup and weave hair, my wife sat down on the couch with each bff on the side of her,the sister inlaw near me,she was pacing. I said to my wife where the fuck do you think you're going dress like that!,one of the best friends answered my question while my wife sit quietly, "we're going to dooto's"(dooto's was a youth night club in Compton California back in the day) but I was too upset to laugh,I did remind my wife we have done better than the dooto's club,and when I said that, both of the bff became pissed off,they told my wife to stand up and shake her ass in her mini skirt, the bff saying look at that! y'all done better than the dooto's club nigga but with ass like that she ain't got to compete with no motherfuckin ventriloquist dummy! now I have both bff yelling and speaking for my wife,so me and my sister inlaw try to convince my wife not to listen to her two bff but they telling my wife let's go! fuck them girl! you don't need them! and yes my wife went with her bff,
(she chose her friends over her sister and high school sweetheart)..the story don't end there: my wife left that night with her two bff, she went missing for three days,I was sick, I was worried,I drive around looking for her day, night, and morning,her mom has not seen her,my mom have not seen her,her dad has not seen her.so I go to bff #1 house and no one is not home, so I go to bff number #2 house and number #1 is there but no wife,bff #2 let me search in side but no wife, so as I am walking back to my car, a song I wrote for Sammy start singing in my head: "my witchcraft is greater than you don't call it voo doo because I love you my witchcraft is greater than you,no need to go to hell when you cast a spell,that your soul for sell cause my witchcraft is greater than you"..I stop walking to my car and go back to the bff #2 house,I knock on the door before I open it and when I open the door there's my wife standing with both bff,I told my wife to get her shit! and get in the car! then the bff said he ain't your father! you ain't gon listen to him!,my wife grab her belongings and leave with me....ghostwriter pause to look away from screen, fast forward to the present day,looking up towards his ventriloquist partner sitting across the room, thinking to himself,what was that really about.
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as a ghostwriter I want to give my point of view on a particular topic, the shuck and jive chapters are the true stories of my wife and basically the rest of the autobiography and bio-blogs are the true stories of my show business career...let me introduce the reader to my high school sweetheart,(imagine in your mind two boys in the tenth grade walking through a shopping mall parking lot,the two boys are my friend Michael and I, near by three tenth grade girls are walking across the street,one of the girls Are wearing sweat pants with the the word juicy on the back,school has just let out so all the kids are acting a fool, like we all did back in the day,one of the boys say to the three girls "hey where y'all going!?").... the three girls turn around and see Michael but I am the one that said ("hey where y'all going!?")!,I can't remember what the three girls said to Michael,but I remember what I said to him, I said who's the one in the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back, he said naw you can't fuck with that, I said why?, he said because we hood and she's ghetto,I said if she's ghetto what she doing over here, he said her mom live over here, she just passing through,I just saw her walking away across the street in those sweat pants with the word juicy on the back,thinking Michael is my homie but damn! so I told Michael to walk slow I'll catch up to him,he kept telling me don't fuck with that,but I ran across the street,and put my lil tenth grader, mack down on the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back with the phat ass!...the other two girls were her two bff and as I was putting my mack down,I can feel the hate from the two bff,I was a big fan of girls so I didn't be cold or disrespectful to her best friends for life,I sent the bff in a donut shop to buy anything they wanted just to get a lil time alone with my future wife...
(I always mentioned that day during our time together to my wife..it made her feel some kind way *A happy good way* I be like, "I could not just watch you go away") this is a true story..............(I ONLY SHUCK YOU WHEN YOU JIVE ME AGAIN) here we have the two sides of every story, after meeting the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back,I didn't see or hear from her that day she did give me her real phone number but she was not home in those days no (smartphones just landlines and telephone booths) one day I am standing in front of school getting ready to walk in and from a distance guess who I seen in side my high school, yes! the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back!! I had no clue she was a student there,when I get ready to run inside the school Michael sister name crystal is walking with a girl named Alethia towards me,she stop me, alethia was a light skin African American girl, well also so was Michael sister crystal, crystal said come on! a ditch party at your house, what?! the hell are you talking about I am going to school today I said to crystal, (here I must mention in my days growing up light skin African American were top of the line beauty, especially with good hair over dark skin and yes my wife was dark skin African American ) I remember this day clearly,because I was trying to be with alethia for a while,I put in some serious tenth grader mack time for her, so I look away into the school but the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back disappeared, crystal cleared her throat and moved her green eyes towards alethia, I looked at alethia, I must also mention crystal and alethia are bff,I don't know how we get from standing on the sidewalk in front of the school to standing in the middle of the street in front of the school,but alethia walk closer to me and put her finger on my nose as in pointing at me and said "I want to go to your house"...wow! bad fucking timing!! I got my future wife in my school walking around somewhere, I got a girl finally saying yes and my best friend sister is saying yes too! so I simply said here crystal,handed her my house keys and I walked in to the school to go to class................................
(I ONLY SHUCK YOU WHEN YOU JIVE ME part 3)
I continued talking to the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back but it was very rare that I did meet up with her, she did not visit her mother often, until one day, me and a girl in my high school name alethia was kissing on her front porch, the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back heard about me and alethia kissing on the front porch, when I went to visit alethia she start making a argument about me cheating on her with the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back, at the time I nearly seen the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back and when I did see her it was briefly and when I did see her I treated her Wright with friendship but I found out later from Michael and crystal that my future wife sent her two bff to have a "TALK" with alethia..I remember alethia talking to me about how she would kick my girlfriend ass! and I keep telling alethia that's not my girlfriend, alethia told me to choose between her or that "ghetto bitch!" what ever my future wife bff said or did to alethia left alethia traumatised, it was sad for me to see alethia crying and in a state of rage, it was like a nightmare that I would soon awake up from and alethia will be her normal self again, I am looking at alethia and I am just feeling sorry for her, it was sad, we are in high school and we shouldn't have to feel like that, so I just stop seeing alethia,I avoided Alethia and focus on my friendship with the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back..my future wife.
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(YOU SHUCK MY MOTHER AND I WILL JIVE YOUR MOTHER).....ghostwriter feeling sick from the sprinting down memory lane, my wife used to say to me "LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE",but easy said than done... the day came when I finally meet the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back, mother, her mother was a nurse in a hospital, she was very easy with me for an example she didn't call my future wife by her Nick name like every body else did,she called my future wife by her real name, that's how I found out my future wife real name myself, so my future mother in law would be talking to my future wife like like well I guess like a parent,but when her mother spoke to me she spoke politely and gentle,like for example my mother in law would say have a seat vann,would you like something to drink and I would say yes, even if I didn't,you just didn't say no to a parent kindness, so I would say yes and she would tell her daughter to get vann a soda!, she would always speak to me when her daughter was in the other room gently but raising her voice to yell at my future wife that was in the other room. the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back had a very closed bond with her mother and cherished the visits.I was always invited at my mother in law house,she welcome me with open arms, and what's funny about that when I first met the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back I would always talk to my mother about the mystery girl my mother would say "that girl went to find her another sucker" and surely If anyone knows women are women.so when the first time the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back met my mother they clicked! I was just like amazed! my mother and my future wife bonded from me and my future wife being in the tenth grade to a lifetime.my bothers also welcome my future wife with open arms..one day I asked the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back where do you go,when you are not over here? ,she told me to come with her one day and she'll show me,and that one day came, when my lil young tenth grade self is sitting in a chair listening to a grown man telling me about if his pride and joy cry, I cry, not him "me!" he says his lil girl is in love with me and she talks about me all the time, he talk to me about the divorce of him and her mother and the separation and custody battle,my future wife was listening to our conversation at a distance with her sister next to her.
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(WE SHUCK OUR WAY IN BUT CAN WE JIVE OURSELVES OUT.....it's two o'clock in the morning ghostwriter closed his eyes, remembering of his tenth grade self running fast down a los Angeles California ghetto street realizing he's no longer living in the hood but the ghetto)... he's running because he just witnessed a brutal argument with his in-laws..running! "beam me up Scotty!" but no beam! "ET Phone home" but no spacecraft arrived, running! running! dripping sweat of blood "father lift this cup from me" but no angels to swoop down and take away,running like the boy in the movie POWDER running under the sky hoping, wishing, running! watching the yellow brick road detouring on to filthy and dirty streets, running! to a phone booth on a street corner, I call home,mom! it's me, I know my mother says when she answered the phone,it's me your favorite son in the whole world,remember me,your favorite son,she's laughing on the other end of the phone,I am feeling at ease now that I here my mom laughter, she's the creator of me so she knows I've done something or something has happened and don't want to jump to conclusions,so we small talk for a moment into the real reason I call home...my young self poured my heart out to my mother on that dirty nasty phone booth,I told her about my wife family arguments,I told her about my wife bff and I told her it's all work and no play! I told her about my boss at work "at a real job in the real world", and of course my mother is adding her input to my bitching and complaining, she told me that we have a extended family now and she has a new favorite,(jaw dropped) and that new favorite is her daughter in law bringing a new addition to the family (WTF!) I can't believe what I was hearing so I am waiting for the got cha moment, my mother said welcome to the real world son,(my soul whisper "are we witches?") my mother continued "I had to get out of Texas and I had to make some real life decisions" (I looked up at the sky and saw God placing the flaming swords around the garden of Eden when he kicked Adam and eve out the garden of Eden...so in the vision the message was about my mother was kicking me out,but I continued to listen to her speaking on the phone about her leaving Texas and going to California,so I try one more time (my soul whisper "are we witches?") mother? (I nearly speak to form the words ) she stop talking....mother? I am here,she politely says. (I am like a gambler getting ready to roll the dice with his last dollar...(my soul whisper"are we witches?"). I am too young for the real world! (my soul whisper "are we witches?") ET Phone home! ,father take this cup from me! ,beam me the fuck up Scotty!! (my soul whisper"are we witches?")... (young black boy standing at payphone in the ghetto is not good).. mother? (I sweat)..yes she answered, and I nervously asked "can I come home?" she quickly SAID "I never told you to leave"...you take care yourself and see you soon and tell (my wife name) I said hello,I will I replied to my mother joyful voice on the other end of the phone..I hang up the phone with my mother,then I closed my eyes, I repeat the words "there's no place like home", I clicked my heels three times and opened my eyes...................................
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(THE SHUCK AND JIVE TAP DANCE)
my wife list of demands were numbered and she was checking them off one by one............one day my jeep was packed and ready to go for my tomorrow night show, microphones, amps, speakers, lighting, it was a adult audience show function.during this time I was juggling marriage and a show business career trying to anyway.the night of this show,my wife is standing in front of the door wearing her,I am not sure the name but they are made of silk fabric and women wear them to bed,I think they're called nighties,my wife's was see through and she sleeps in it.. at the time I am wearing a suit and tie and ready to go,she asked me where I am going,I said you know you seen my calendar,as she stand in front of the door she's posing sexy,I keep telling her we will celebrate when I get back,she asked to see the deal agreement,reading it in front of the door,she was happy but not moving from in front of the door,she said the show was too long and she's going to miss me,I told her she was invited,she said her pussy was to wet to go, and pulled me by my tie into the bedroom...the next morning I awake wearing my wife nightie, dragging my half sleep self into the kitchen for coffee,when I look up I see my wife and her sister sitting at the kitchen table giggling,I look out the kitchen window at my jeep and see all my equipment inside my jeep,I looked at my wife while her and sister giggling, I drag my sleepy young self to the electric coffee pot, my sister inlaw get up from the kitchen table,standing beside me she hand me a wine cooler, my wife yells at her sister " he don't drink bitch!" my wife sister yelling back at my wife "we're out of coffee ho!" I remember them yelling at each other and me downing the wine cooler while they were yelling at each other...two things I like to mention..,wine coolers were great back in the day I don't know if they are still around today...second breaking a deal agreement is bad bad bad but how do you resist c-cups with a phat ass.
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(NOT MUCH SHUCKING BUT A WHOLE LOT OF JIVING)
ghostwriter pondering the memory of.....as a entertainer you live in a very different world so you don't get to become up close and personal with the real world but the more my wife kept tossing me in to the real world the more I seen it up close and personal....I will be brief on this story, one day working in the real world,not sure where but a husband and wife couple was telling me about a show they booked me for,they mentioned the deal agreement to me,this deal agreement was signed by the band management I was touring with in the pass, the management also separated my act from other acts in the management company, I remember the couple being so happy about the show but I really wanted to tell the couple about that deal agreement that they made with the management company, but I was a good lil ventriloquist and kept my mouth shut (besides you can't do that it's unlawful to interfere with deal agreements or something like that),in the deal agreement the management company jacked the couple with "THE MIDDLE MAN FEES"..I just stood there listened to the couple praise the event and show they so much enjoyed for that night but the price they paid was for a entire.... MONTH!
__________________________________________________________________________________________( WHEN THE BFF DO THE SHUCK AND JIVE DANCE TOGETHER) ......ghostwriter glaring at his ventriloquist partner sitting across the room,eyes drawing up and down to the screen,until a dream appears of his ventriloquist partner hand touching his hand,in a black and white film in the ghostwriter's mind rewinding to a day...."when the best friends for life do the shuck and jive dance together".....driving up to my drive way seeing my wife two best friends cars parked in front of my house,the sister in law greet me at the drive way alone,smoking a cigarette,she walk to my jeep passenger car door saying don't do anything stupid,I knew it was trouble when I seen both of the bff cars parked in front of our house.my wife sister told me everything I needed to know about what was going on inside the house with my wife and bff,my sister inlaw walked around to my driver side door,she reached in side to open the door,I get out when the door opened, she put her hand in mine and we start walking towards the front door,as we are walking towards the front door,her voice is soft and her words are positive,letting me know that she's with me and I am not alone.********(my sister inlaw open the front door guiding me by the hand in to the living room) calling my wife name "your hubby is home!"my wife and her two bff walk out the bedroom wearing mini skirts and pumps,wearing makeup and weave hair, my wife sat down on the couch with each bff on the side of her,the sister inlaw near me,she was pacing. I said to my wife where the fuck do you think you're going dress like that!,one of the best friends answered my question while my wife sit quietly, "we're going to dooto's"(dooto's was a youth night club in Compton California back in the day) but I was too upset to laugh,I did remind my wife we have done better than the dooto's club,and when I said that, both of the bff became pissed off,they told my wife to stand up and shake her ass in her mini skirt, the bff saying look at that! y'all done better than the dooto's club nigga but with ass like that she ain't got to compete with no motherfuckin ventriloquist dummy! now I have both bff yelling and speaking for my wife,so me and my sister inlaw try to convince my wife not to listen to her two bff but they telling my wife let's go! fuck them girl! you don't need them! and yes my wife went with her bff,
(she chose her friends over her sister and high school sweetheart)..the story don't end there: my wife left that night with her two bff, she went missing for three days,I was sick, I was worried,I drive around looking for her day, night, and morning,her mom has not seen her,my mom have not seen her,her dad has not seen her.so I go to bff #1 house and no one is not home, so I go to bff number #2 house and number #1 is there but no wife,bff #2 let me search in side but no wife, so as I am walking back to my car, a song I wrote for Sammy start singing in my head: "my witchcraft is greater than you don't call it voo doo because I love you my witchcraft is greater than you,no need to go to hell when you cast a spell,that your soul for sell cause my witchcraft is greater than you"..I stop walking to my car and go back to the bff #2 house,I knock on the door before I open it and when I open the door there's my wife standing with both bff,I told my wife to get her shit! and get in the car! then the bff said he ain't your father! you ain't gon listen to him!,my wife grab her belongings and leave with me....ghostwriter pause to look away from screen, fast forward to the present day,looking up towards his ventriloquist partner sitting across the room, thinking to himself,what was that really about.
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as a ghostwriter I want to give my point of view on a particular topic, the shuck and jive chapters are the true stories of my wife and basically the rest of the autobiography and bio-blogs are the true stories of my show business career...let me introduce the reader to my high school sweetheart,(imagine in your mind two boys in the tenth grade walking through a shopping mall parking lot,the two boys are my friend Michael and I, near by three tenth grade girls are walking across the street,one of the girls Are wearing sweat pants with the the word juicy on the back,school has just let out so all the kids are acting a fool, like we all did back in the day,one of the boys say to the three girls "hey where y'all going!?").... the three girls turn around and see Michael but I am the one that said ("hey where y'all going!?")!,I can't remember what the three girls said to Michael,but I remember what I said to him, I said who's the one in the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back, he said naw you can't fuck with that, I said why?, he said because we hood and she's ghetto,I said if she's ghetto what she doing over here, he said her mom live over here, she just passing through,I just saw her walking away across the street in those sweat pants with the word juicy on the back,thinking Michael is my homie but damn! so I told Michael to walk slow I'll catch up to him,he kept telling me don't fuck with that,but I ran across the street,and put my lil tenth grader, mack down on the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back with the phat ass!...the other two girls were her two bff and as I was putting my mack down,I can feel the hate from the two bff,I was a big fan of girls so I didn't be cold or disrespectful to her best friends for life,I sent the bff in a donut shop to buy anything they wanted just to get a lil time alone with my future wife...
(I always mentioned that day during our time together to my wife..it made her feel some kind way *A happy good way* I be like, "I could not just watch you go away") this is a true story..............(I ONLY SHUCK YOU WHEN YOU JIVE ME AGAIN) here we have the two sides of every story, after meeting the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back,I didn't see or hear from her that day she did give me her real phone number but she was not home in those days no (smartphones just landlines and telephone booths) one day I am standing in front of school getting ready to walk in and from a distance guess who I seen in side my high school, yes! the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back!! I had no clue she was a student there,when I get ready to run inside the school Michael sister name crystal is walking with a girl named Alethia towards me,she stop me, alethia was a light skin African American girl, well also so was Michael sister crystal, crystal said come on! a ditch party at your house, what?! the hell are you talking about I am going to school today I said to crystal, (here I must mention in my days growing up light skin African American were top of the line beauty, especially with good hair over dark skin and yes my wife was dark skin African American ) I remember this day clearly,because I was trying to be with alethia for a while,I put in some serious tenth grader mack time for her, so I look away into the school but the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back disappeared, crystal cleared her throat and moved her green eyes towards alethia, I looked at alethia, I must also mention crystal and alethia are bff,I don't know how we get from standing on the sidewalk in front of the school to standing in the middle of the street in front of the school,but alethia walk closer to me and put her finger on my nose as in pointing at me and said "I want to go to your house"...wow! bad fucking timing!! I got my future wife in my school walking around somewhere, I got a girl finally saying yes and my best friend sister is saying yes too! so I simply said here crystal,handed her my house keys and I walked in to the school to go to class................................
(I ONLY SHUCK YOU WHEN YOU JIVE ME part 3)
I continued talking to the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back but it was very rare that I did meet up with her, she did not visit her mother often, until one day, me and a girl in my high school name alethia was kissing on her front porch, the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back heard about me and alethia kissing on the front porch, when I went to visit alethia she start making a argument about me cheating on her with the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back, at the time I nearly seen the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back and when I did see her it was briefly and when I did see her I treated her Wright with friendship but I found out later from Michael and crystal that my future wife sent her two bff to have a "TALK" with alethia..I remember alethia talking to me about how she would kick my girlfriend ass! and I keep telling alethia that's not my girlfriend, alethia told me to choose between her or that "ghetto bitch!" what ever my future wife bff said or did to alethia left alethia traumatised, it was sad for me to see alethia crying and in a state of rage, it was like a nightmare that I would soon awake up from and alethia will be her normal self again, I am looking at alethia and I am just feeling sorry for her, it was sad, we are in high school and we shouldn't have to feel like that, so I just stop seeing alethia,I avoided Alethia and focus on my friendship with the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back..my future wife.
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(YOU SHUCK MY MOTHER AND I WILL JIVE YOUR MOTHER).....ghostwriter feeling sick from the sprinting down memory lane, my wife used to say to me "LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE",but easy said than done... the day came when I finally meet the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back, mother, her mother was a nurse in a hospital, she was very easy with me for an example she didn't call my future wife by her Nick name like every body else did,she called my future wife by her real name, that's how I found out my future wife real name myself, so my future mother in law would be talking to my future wife like like well I guess like a parent,but when her mother spoke to me she spoke politely and gentle,like for example my mother in law would say have a seat vann,would you like something to drink and I would say yes, even if I didn't,you just didn't say no to a parent kindness, so I would say yes and she would tell her daughter to get vann a soda!, she would always speak to me when her daughter was in the other room gently but raising her voice to yell at my future wife that was in the other room. the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back had a very closed bond with her mother and cherished the visits.I was always invited at my mother in law house,she welcome me with open arms, and what's funny about that when I first met the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back I would always talk to my mother about the mystery girl my mother would say "that girl went to find her another sucker" and surely If anyone knows women are women.so when the first time the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back met my mother they clicked! I was just like amazed! my mother and my future wife bonded from me and my future wife being in the tenth grade to a lifetime.my bothers also welcome my future wife with open arms..one day I asked the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back where do you go,when you are not over here? ,she told me to come with her one day and she'll show me,and that one day came, when my lil young tenth grade self is sitting in a chair listening to a grown man telling me about if his pride and joy cry, I cry, not him "me!" he says his lil girl is in love with me and she talks about me all the time, he talk to me about the divorce of him and her mother and the separation and custody battle,my future wife was listening to our conversation at a distance with her sister next to her.
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(WE SHUCK OUR WAY IN BUT CAN WE JIVE OURSELVES OUT.....it's two o'clock in the morning ghostwriter closed his eyes, remembering of his tenth grade self running fast down a los Angeles California ghetto street realizing he's no longer living in the hood but the ghetto)... he's running because he just witnessed a brutal argument with his in-laws..running! "beam me up Scotty!" but no beam! "ET Phone home" but no spacecraft arrived, running! running! dripping sweat of blood "father lift this cup from me" but no angels to swoop down and take away,running like the boy in the movie POWDER running under the sky hoping, wishing, running! watching the yellow brick road detouring on to filthy and dirty streets, running! to a phone booth on a street corner, I call home,mom! it's me, I know my mother says when she answered the phone,it's me your favorite son in the whole world,remember me,your favorite son,she's laughing on the other end of the phone,I am feeling at ease now that I here my mom laughter, she's the creator of me so she knows I've done something or something has happened and don't want to jump to conclusions,so we small talk for a moment into the real reason I call home...my young self poured my heart out to my mother on that dirty nasty phone booth,I told her about my wife family arguments,I told her about my wife bff and I told her it's all work and no play! I told her about my boss at work "at a real job in the real world", and of course my mother is adding her input to my bitching and complaining, she told me that we have a extended family now and she has a new favorite,(jaw dropped) and that new favorite is her daughter in law bringing a new addition to the family (WTF!) I can't believe what I was hearing so I am waiting for the got cha moment, my mother said welcome to the real world son,(my soul whisper "are we witches?") my mother continued "I had to get out of Texas and I had to make some real life decisions" (I looked up at the sky and saw God placing the flaming swords around the garden of Eden when he kicked Adam and eve out the garden of Eden...so in the vision the message was about my mother was kicking me out,but I continued to listen to her speaking on the phone about her leaving Texas and going to California,so I try one more time (my soul whisper "are we witches?") mother? (I nearly speak to form the words ) she stop talking....mother? I am here,she politely says. (I am like a gambler getting ready to roll the dice with his last dollar...(my soul whisper"are we witches?"). I am too young for the real world! (my soul whisper "are we witches?") ET Phone home! ,father take this cup from me! ,beam me the fuck up Scotty!! (my soul whisper"are we witches?")... (young black boy standing at payphone in the ghetto is not good).. mother? (I sweat)..yes she answered, and I nervously asked "can I come home?" she quickly SAID "I never told you to leave"...you take care yourself and see you soon and tell (my wife name) I said hello,I will I replied to my mother joyful voice on the other end of the phone..I hang up the phone with my mother,then I closed my eyes, I repeat the words "there's no place like home", I clicked my heels three times and opened my eyes...................................
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