(The ghostwriter worried about the VANN DUKE AND SAMMY AUTOBIOGRAPHY storytelling writing in limbo)....hey reader let us walk down this narrow path of the little boy living in the hood that found a reason to live..in the story the wizard of oz there's witches good and bad,there's a cowardly lion,a scarecrow and a tin man,courage,intelligence and heart...so in vann duke and Sammy autobiography,the little boy living in the hood that found a reason to live carried away by a tornado and landed in to the real world,looking for the yellow brick road wishing to find his way back home.
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my wife introduced me to the real world, before I met my wife, I was a child with a imagination, a very adventurous child that had a mother that watched closely with curiosity.my wife was a high school sweetheart that had a hidden high school crush on me that lived on the opposite side of the tracks,...my bestfriends were named Michael,Marcel, Rome and pookie from elementary school to graduate high school.we were not bad kids just playa's and hustlers,simply put chasing girls and making money moves, just normal boys growing up in the United States of America back in the day, like mother used to say "boys being boys"....I never thought in a million years that a tornado or a twister would come my way as it did for Dorothy in the story of the wizard of oz......after divorce was final, I ran away from home, I took off running leaving everything behind, like my mother telling me the story of her leaving texas in the middle of the night with her four little boys jumping on the greyhound bus going to California,not looking back, so was I......running! running! accidentally running into the eye of a cyclone tornado twister storm that carried me away to a world over the rainbow....... **
HEART: I am the tin man that was looking for love, I found love, in me...love me enough not to do anything to hurt me or let anyone do anything to hurt me because I am loved...be thankful, be grateful that I have my soul mate....... **
COURAGE: I am the cowardly lion for I have strength to believe!....... **
BRAINS: I was the scarecrow (Ghostwriter tears) lesson learned!
on planet earth there's three ways a human being can do things # 1.man way..# 2. God's way..# 3.the devil's way.
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HOME: :-) sammy! **
WITCHES: in this vann duke and Sammy autobiography "are we witches" is mentioned,the reader may wonder why..I will be brief because I really don't want to get in to it......in fifth grade I walk in the house from the front door coming from school one day,there was a fast moving energy presence in the living room,my mother was home alone,in the kitchen washing dishes with her back turned to me, my mother was singing opera, well to a fifth grader it sounded like opera,she was happy,so I tip toe backwards to my bedroom so not to disturb her..one day at Crenshaw Christian center my church during middle school age my mother told me to go up front near the stage, a man sit me down,asked me a few questions,place his hand on my head and I uncontrollably begin to sing opera loudly the man said you have a powerful one,the people in church all turned towards my direction to sing opera...are we witches?
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rapper ice cube says in one of his songs " it's a nice place but I wouldn't want to live there" as a child I watched a television show called good times about a African American family living in the ghetto, growing up there was a rap group named the ghetto boys, a movie named boyz in the hood and menace to society,I tell you the truth the writers are dead on point in writing on the tittle I mentioned,the writers told the story as close as real as possible of hood life and ghetto life..now I can give the reader a real examples of the differences between hoods and ghetto, if you go watch the movie boyz in the hood,it's based in an environment of the working class and their children,now we take a walk across the railroad tracks that take us into the ghetto or the sun down town, this would be based on the movie menace to society. some say the ghetto is where the working poor live but it's not true,the ghetto are secretly operated by government agencies,keeping people locked in to a area or section of the city.what I have failed to mention is suburban life and that is on purpose...most people say the inner city or metropolitan or urban or low income families today instead of saying ghetto or hood basically there's three classes of life, ghetto, hood and suburban,and of course millionaire but let's keep it simple...you graduate from high school, you marrie your high school sweetheart,you guys go to college then find a cheap place to live in a low income community together, you and your high school sweetheart graduate from college, move out the low income community and buy a house in the hood, have children, SALE the house in the hood and move to the suburban areas,if you don't meet a high school sweetheart, you can meet in college, and if you don't meet in college,then you will meet somewhere....it's called "God's plan for the human being" why? because of offspring and bloodline..the ghetto is government land built to keep people in bondage and captivity and God's plan is freedom as a individual and family growth..
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in the story the wizard of oz munchkin land is where the little people lived,in the real world the ghetto would be munchkin land...small minded and making little out of something.....pork, beans and rice..government cheese and fried Bologna sandwiches with koolaid for breakfast lunch and dinner or even a bowl of cereal for desert,that's fine when you're young and starting out in life but there comes a time when you need to become establish in life...in munchkin land babies are born innocent but with a guilty label on their forehead and a target on their back. schools, grocery stores, parks and even a front yard can be unsafe for young people..the streets are full of gangs, sexual predators,drug addicts and bias cops..it's true that men are swooped up or killed to leave the women and children alone with out a provider and protector like nature intended to be, I will not speak to much on it but,I know what group of people are behind it, I've seen it up close and personal, my brother is a United States marine,when I was younger he would sit down and talk real deep shit to me but I was to young to understand,my mother when she first arrived from Texas to California, she sat us all down at the kitchen table and had a real talk with us about being African American boys,I was too young to understand but as I get older I see and understand all what my mother was talking about...in the ghetto there are No witnesses to tell the youth the right path to follow, ...in the hood you have hopes and dreams to succeed and achieve...I had no business going on the other side of the tracks, my best friend in high school name Michael warned me but I always wanted to be a private investigator growing up, I had to go see for myself..yes it's true when I was a young boy before I became a ventriloquist, I wanted to be a writer and a private investigator, going to school to become a private investigator and paying student loans off for my private investigator degree was a blessing (Ghostwriter smile).....
my wife lived on the other side of the tracks, yes,she lived in the ghetto, love is blind,the things we do for love and to be honest the things we do to get in her panties,Wright?...I loved my wife but people need to stay with their on drive,what do I mean by drive, it's not class it's drive, a famous comedian did a JOKE saying when a woman get a divorce she wants half of the man stuff, what did you bring to the table before we got married, you brought a bag to the table, you leave with a bag!...drive is two people with the energy to achieve a common goal as a team.....today as I write..in high school I wonder what would have happened if that day when me and Michael was walking through the shopping mall parking lot after school and I saw the girl wearing the sweat pants with the word juicy on the back, just, what would have happened if I closed my eyes and clicked the heels of my nike's three times and repeated there's no place like home.......
in munchkin land I get cuss out daily,when I visit the ghetto, a two year old ghetto baby cuss me out, I've been called a bitch made nigga many times by a two year old little girl, I once greeted a three year old ghetto baby with a high five and the three-year old ghetto baby kicked me in my leg he said motherfucker don't you ever raise your hand at me!, the little guy thought I put my hand up to slap him,what the hell..I remember one day me and my lil homie Rome visit some girls that live in the ghetto on the other side of track and we all middle school students just sitting on the girls front porch talking so one of the girls mother walk out the house on to the front porch, who dat! wat yew chaying lil nigga!, so me and Rome not trying to be disrespectful to the girls mother, the daughter point at me and introduce the mother to me, vann! vann! what are you a motherfuckin automobile?! her mother says to me, then one of the girls grandmother enter the circle of two middle school boys and two middle school girls she ask Rome which one he was fucking,Rome is not like me,he pointed at the daughter he was interested in,the grandmother went back in the house and come back out,she open a can of beer and hand it to Rome,she was about to hand me a beer but the mother said don't give that lil motherfucka shit! Rome was asking why, the mother said that lil nigga speak English!! that lil motherfucka speaking proper English!!! the grandmother went in the house and return to hand me a can soda, Rome and I sat out on the front porch talking with the two girls for a few hours after the mother and grandmother realized I was not a undercover police officer,I must mention the mother did pat me down for a hidden microphone...Rome and I laugh about that story for many summers...I am not a undercover cop just because I speak good English...wow! I am thinking about it now,the mother truly believed I was a thirteen year old cop... :-)
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(SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW)
before running away from home, I did not sing the song somewhere over the rainbow like Dorothy did in the story the wizard of oz,the song I would have been singing and could have been a dedication to my wife:
(BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY by singer Fergie) *PERSONAL*
the song is after my time but the words are the exact same words that I would have said as I exit...I give the song writers EXCELLENT! and fergie sing it precisely as I would............ ** La Da Da Da Da ** _______________________________________________
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