- Posted September 10, 2012 by
When I Woke Up
When I Woke Up
I had the worst thing in the world that could happen to someone happen to me. I almost died and then came back. I spose' you could say that a good thing happened but the way it happened and then coming back was so painful. It all began when I was born. I wanted to write a book ‘Because I Was Born’ facetiously but it turned into ‘When I Woke Up’. My mom was a prostitute for the police. I say prostitute because there were money and gifts piling up and my dad would ask where it was coming from; she would say they were gifts given to her. And there were cop cars coming and going from our driveway. I would hear the sounds of them as they were in bed, my father’s bed while he was at work. The noises that a grown-up would make that I was hearing tied to the cellar steps that would make me sick for a long time, tied to our unfinished cellar steps most of the time as the dog would get over excited at the noise of sex as I would lose parts of my ear from his gnawing teeth. My mother had always been able to roll this off; she was with the finest of course.
It turned into me being followed and watched. Watched was a word I was to learn it’s meaning. I was always told not to say anything and the repercussions ahead of time were completely intolerable as an adult never mind as a child.
I guess some zealous came from it all from me being used as one of their children to get in where I was the one conceived by my dad to stop the fleeing into the glamorous up scaled life of a fine woman and that is why one client or two made it a personal vendetta to make sure my mouth was shut. Into my adulthood. I could only date those approved which never led me down a road I wanted to go. Please read my book ‘When I Woke Up’ to see more of what was done to me in my life as a result.
I wrote a rendition of the so-called non-fictional conspiracy of crime that was seen by me (supposedly while I was on drugs that they were giving me) through my abusers that I met or were sent to me in my adult life, ‘Black Sheep Never Cry: Dedicated to the Memory of JFK, Jr.' I dedicated the book to John because one of the main abusers thought I had something to do with him and felt adamantly he had to know when we would connect through a cut in phone conversation with his friends as my phones had been tapped into. I had been doing some commercials and extra work in NY prior. And so this is the other side of the deeper part of the underworld of crime as I don’t know it. To John, I hope I was able to clear your name in some way. Rest in peace in heaven and to the hopefulness of non-suffering of Caroline Kennedy that I hope will happen in her life. I’m sure her brother misses her and with the impact of what she has had to carry, it is a heavy one. And without being able to connect to him before he went down we all will never know what really happened to him. I hope I’ve been able to clear some things up for her. through the public with my stories I have talked of.
Both books will be out this year from Publish America.I don't make much money from these books. It feels good to tell my story and have it out there for those who can benefit from it.
Survivor of permanent brain injury due to violence.