Just like it used to be....
My Cousin and I are real close, as family and more importantly as friends. We have our arguments and disagreements and after a few days of non communication -- in the end the foundation is solid as we’ve imported --- to agree to disagree-- into our relationship. He’s “my dawg” and we roll and hang together so much so – the general public of g-boys think we date seriously…LOL…of course we don’t straighten anything out…..The secrets we could tell about each other…would read like a network television series or make the editing cut for the most sort after Derrick L. Briggs book club…adding some spice with a new age literary twist…but he’s my dawg and I would not do him like that…Mama always said…keep a secret or two for yourself….
After work Cousin picked me up and we hung out this past Saturday with my best friend Garfi. Of course you know my dawgs and I hit the screets hard --- armed in our arsenal with coconut rum and mixers of coke and orange juice. Over the past two years since I moved to the ATL we hardly got together like this… It was great and refreshing to say the least for all of us to spend time together, reminiscing about the --remember when-- days and to catch up on the deeds or misdeeds of the week….In retrospect thinking of this weekend brought to mind why I’m writing my first book….my first novel is based partly on experiences, my running dawgs…and me…to be released as soon as I’m finish writing it…so I decided to share a snip bit of the soon-to-come-pending release-untitled novel. Have a read:
“My earliest recollection of being different and not so much as being in the life stems from my eldest brother and I summer vacation spent at Cousin Mae on NW 70ST in Liberty City in Miami. I was about nine or ten at the time back in the late seventies, still very much a thumb sucking grandma’s boy sleeping in a bunk bed with two of my older cousins, who by the way were big high school football players at Northwestern Senior High. One flashback that clearly stuck with me through the years, is of the time late one night when everyone was sleeping, I realize that Michel, my seventeen year old cousin replace my thumb sucking finger with his penis and told me to suck on this. I heard these small moans being elicited but did not know where they came from. Something came spilling out in my mouth and soon afterwards he removed his penis and put my thumb back in my mouth as if it was perfectly normal. It was a secret he said, a bad shameful secret but being naive, I was as much scared as I was confused and did not know at the time of my introduction of being physically abused.”
It was the age of innocence…just thinking about this passage takes me back …since then my secrets have multiplied…and to think…I was raised with grace, rhythm and balance but above all... structure….
After work Cousin picked me up and we hung out this past Saturday with my best friend Garfi. Of course you know my dawgs and I hit the screets hard --- armed in our arsenal with coconut rum and mixers of coke and orange juice. Over the past two years since I moved to the ATL we hardly got together like this… It was great and refreshing to say the least for all of us to spend time together, reminiscing about the --remember when-- days and to catch up on the deeds or misdeeds of the week….In retrospect thinking of this weekend brought to mind why I’m writing my first book….my first novel is based partly on experiences, my running dawgs…and me…to be released as soon as I’m finish writing it…so I decided to share a snip bit of the soon-to-come-pending release-untitled novel. Have a read:
“My earliest recollection of being different and not so much as being in the life stems from my eldest brother and I summer vacation spent at Cousin Mae on NW 70ST in Liberty City in Miami. I was about nine or ten at the time back in the late seventies, still very much a thumb sucking grandma’s boy sleeping in a bunk bed with two of my older cousins, who by the way were big high school football players at Northwestern Senior High. One flashback that clearly stuck with me through the years, is of the time late one night when everyone was sleeping, I realize that Michel, my seventeen year old cousin replace my thumb sucking finger with his penis and told me to suck on this. I heard these small moans being elicited but did not know where they came from. Something came spilling out in my mouth and soon afterwards he removed his penis and put my thumb back in my mouth as if it was perfectly normal. It was a secret he said, a bad shameful secret but being naive, I was as much scared as I was confused and did not know at the time of my introduction of being physically abused.”
It was the age of innocence…just thinking about this passage takes me back …since then my secrets have multiplied…and to think…I was raised with grace, rhythm and balance but above all... structure….
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