Three Moments Pt. 2

Three moments that has happened to me over the course of my life. Three moments I will never forget. Three moments that changed me. Three moments that, until now, I haven't shared. Three moments that I wish I could understand.

Brush with Lightning.

My mother was out of cigarettes again. She didn't have a car and if my brother or me was around, that meant that one of us would be sent to the store. This was back when we lived in the row homes in Brooklyn Park MD. Not quite the projects, but close enough. I'm not sure exactly how old I was at the time, probably 14, maybe 15, but way to young to purchase cigarettes. (more...)

Three Moments Pt. 1

Three moments that has happened to me over the course of my life. Three moments I will never forget. Three moments that changed me. Three moments that, until now, I haven't shared. Three moments that I wish I could understand.

The Stranger in the Car.

My father was a friendly person, at the age of 4 or 5, it seemed like her was the most popular guy around. I remember driving around with him and he would always be meeting with someone.
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