Another One Saved!

I always felt like whats meant to be is going to be. Yesterday I was carrying a bag because me and Gypsy were going to go to this place that was giving out free food. We were going to go to get a few things that we needed for the house because they were free and towards the end of the month it can sometimes get hard. Anyway I had the bag with me and then we got on the bus and the bus didn't stop at our usual stop so we had to go around the block and wait at another stop for the 2ND bus we needed. As soon as we got off the bus I saw this woman who I know from the program, throw a cat from her arms onto the ground. I didn't even think, I just walked right over to her. The woman, her name is Jennifer, asked me "Do you want a cat". I didn't even answer her, I just looked at the cat, picked it up and opened my bag and put it in my bag. As I was doing this some crackhead made a comment that made we want
to rip him 
a new asshole. He said "Just throw it over the bridge right there". I responded with "I would rather throw you over"!It was a baby, about 6weeks old. It was a calico cat with beautiful colors! I got on the bus and went to my program with the cat in my bag. As soon as I looked at the cat sleeping all nice in the bag I was trying to think of a name for the cat. So after looking and examining the cat I noticed the cat looked like the cat from Shrek 2 "puss in Boots".
So that's the name I gave to
her, Boots!
So I went to my program and everyone was looking at the cat and asking questions and asking if they could have it. Honestly I wouldn't trust most of these people with my dirty laundry let alone a cat or any animal for that matter. Here I have this cat and Gypsy and I kept saying we were going to take it home, get its shots, get it fixed and then get it a new home. So I saw a good friend of mine, Terrence, and he went and got me a can of food 
and Boots
starving! She ate a can of food so fast and barely came up for air. As we were feeding her Gypsy ran into a good friend of hers that she has known for years, and I also know him as well, his name is Andrew. Andrew asked about the cat and asked if he could have it. Gypsy knows that Andrew and his mother loves animals and has a dog and a bird. So I went with Andrew to his house, it was in walking distance of where we were at, to see how Boots would be in his house.
When we got there I let Boots out of the bag to meet "Tom Tom" Andrews 100 pound Rottie! Boots came out and walked around, she met up with Tom-Tom and of course Boots was on the defense but Tom-Tom didn't even seem fazed by having a new animal in his home, and didn't even care that this new animal was a cat! I was soo happy! I thought I was going to take Boots home, get all attached to her and then me and Gypsy were going to have another cat.

We called Andrew later on that night to see how Boots was doing and she was doing just fine. Andrew got her to use the litter box, she was eating, and playing and just being a kitty and having a good time.
I saw Andrew today and he had a few scratches on his face that Boots gave to him but other than that he said she was doing just fine! I didn't get to take any pictures of her but she was so cute and I'm REALLY glad I was able to save her and give her a good home. Last night it was cold, damp and raining here in Brooklyn and who knows if Boots would have even made it the night living outside where Jennifer dumped her!
Maybe this week I will go over to Andrews and get some pictures to show her off!

Unbelievable

Guess fucking what?! After all that bullshit about Jessica having given birth to twins and they died, I come to find out that it was all BULLSHIT! A big stinking pile of DOG SHIT! The fact of the matter is Jessica gave birth to a baby girl and she was one month pre-mature and it was about 4 pounds and 8 ounces.  The bitch Yolanda that told me and Gypsy this is now trying to say that she wasn't the one going around saying that and she only told me and Gypsy no one else.
Well now I'm wondering if there going to take that baby from her. I mean the baby is going to have heroin, crack and pills in its system so how can they NOT take that baby??!
The only reason I even spend time on posting about this woman Jessica and her having the baby is because Gypsy said she has known Jessica for some time now and she said she wasn't like this. Gypsy said when she first met Jessica she wasn't on drugs, had her looks and her teeth. Now shes just a down and out junkie. Its really sad how bad she has become!
As I find out what REALLY happened I will post about it and let you know.

A new Job, & 2 New Angels

Today Gypsy started a new job. Hopefully I can soon get a job, something legit. I rather have a steady paycheck and know that my money is coming on a certain day then be out there and have so many things to worry about. Like having to worry about the cops, people trying to beat you, people trying to rob you, and just a whole bunch of bullshit that comes along with the game.
Before Gypsy started work we were going to meet an online friend that we have been chatting with for over 2years. Hes a great dude and I'm glad were friends, and I was so happy to finally meet him in person. He lives in Rhode Island and was going to see a girl he has been talking to and seeing for a little time now.
So we went to the program, and then called him to see where he was at. He said it would take him about another hour before getting to us so we just hung out for a bit and waited. We saw the usual ugly faces and begging ass bitches. Right before he came I ran into a woman who got word of what happened to Jessica and the baby. I was very curious since yesterday, and wondered what happened to her baby that she was pregnant with.  Well she went on to tell me and Gypsy that Jessica gave birth to dead twins. At first my heart went out to Jessica and the pain she must be feeling to have lost not only one baby but two. Then I thought about the fact that she basically killed those babies little by little each day! Everyday I saw her she was stoned beyond stoned. She was taking her methadone, along with all types of pills, as well as shooting dope, as well as smoking crack! The kids didn't even stand a chance. She didn't even know she was having twins because she never went to any doctor appointments while being pregnant.
Another thing that's fucked up is probably doesn't even have any money to bury the children so there probably going to Potters Field with just a number on a pine box!
You know some woman should have there fucking tubes tied, or just close your fucking legs for once in your life! This kind of shit makes me SICK!

Another Angel Or Another Junkie?

If someone would have told me what I was getting into when I started I don't think I would have ever touched dope. Then I start thinking, well if I didn't do the things I did and go the route I went, would I be the same person I am today? Would I have met the same people?
I think the hurdles I have overcome have made me into the person I am today and I like to
think that I'm a pretty good person. Sometimes too good of a person. Sometimes I don't know when to say no to people. Gypsy keeps telling me I have to learn to say no to people if not they
will walk all over me, and she sure as shit is right and I'm learning slowly but surely.
I can't help it sometimes though, its who I am. I believe that God doesn't like ugly and Karma never sleeps. I might not have everything I want in life but I have everything I need and that's a blessing.
A woman on the program Judy has 3 kids. One is 19 years old and already a heroin and crack addict. Her other 2 kids are young and in school and
are the cutest things. The youngest son 
loves me, and every time he sees me he asks
to use my iPod. Of course I let him use it,
because
I know that's the only time of his day where hes actually having a good time.
The rest of his and his sisters day will consist of being the
lookout while there mom steals whatever she can from
the stores she goes into! I really 
hope they don't turn to drugs, but lets be
honest there odds aren't so great 
right?! So today I saw the older son, Freddy, and he made a comment
"I'm a fly mother fucker". I turned to him and said " Your ok, but keep getting high
and see how fly you will be looking then". His response was something I have heard too many times. "I wont be doing this much longer, I'm going into detox soon and I'm quiting"
Another thing I heard today was this pregnant bitch Jessica who hasn't been to a doctor
since getting knocked up might have had the baby. She might have lost it by stillborn, she might have lost it to the system. Only time will tell. I'm sure once one
person from the program knows the truth of the
matter it will spread like wildfire. 
Just like all the gossip does in every methadone program.  Jessica was using Methadone, Xanax, Klonapin, Crack and anything else she could get
her hands on while being pregnant. Do I feel bad for her?
No! I feel bad for that fucking baby that's in her and for
the pain its going to feel when it comes out into the world,
again if it makes it out alive!
It just makes me sick that a person like her gets pregnant
by a loser who has 4 other kids, meanwhile she has 2 kids
of her own that she doesn't even take care of herself really. Jessica's kids take care of themselves
mostly, because 95% of the time Jessica is stoned!
So do you think it would be a bad thing if that baby were to have gone to heaven?

Hollow

I'll never disapoint you or let you down!
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It's not over and won't stop there,
I am here for you hoping you see and care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Your the one the one for me.
You have always been the one for me.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the mother of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Your the one the one for me.
You have always been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

Your the one the one for me.
You have always been the one for me.

For without you I am hollow...........

RIP RONNIE

The seasons are changing, summer is over and the Winter is coming here in Brooklyn slowly but surely. I don't like to sweat, but I like the long hours of sunlight, seeing the kids playing at the park, and here in Brooklyn theres this certain smell in the air. I have such great memories from my summers growing up. I think back on all the summers I had with people who are no longer here, and this brings me to the time I lost one of my best friends.

All hoods have lil nicknames for all the chill spots. We used to chill in the same area all the time. There was the block, the park, and the square. One night me and a few of my close friends were chilling hanging out, doing the usual every night bullshit. Get high, get drunk, drop some acid, do some lines, and then there was the powerful heroin habit that I had to feed. Some of my homies knew abut the dope, but I mostly hid it from most. So what seemed to be a normal night turned into a night that I will never forget. One of my good friends Ronnie, who was so kind and cool. This dude would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He got into a beef with this other guy over money. Words were exchanged, and next thing I know Ronnie and this other kid are going at it. Now right away I took out my brass knuckles and was ready to go, but it was a one on one and Ronnie was defiantly holding his own. He was beating the shit out of this other dude. Now being the dude friends were looking, and he was getting his ass kicked, he must have felt like if he didn't do something "big" he would never live this ass whipping down. So what does he decide to do? He pulls out a knife and being Ronnie is so focused on hitting him and fighting him, he doesn't see the knife. I reacted but it was too late. Ronnie had been stabbed 3times before I got over to him. Everything was moving in slow motion at this time. It was like I was on the outside looking in. At that point everyone that was friends of ours jumped on the guy, and started beating him worse then what Ronnie had done. Of course his homies left as soon as they saw us jumping on him,and heard the cops and ambulance in the distance.

It was too late Ronnie had died right then and there. All because he fought a good fight. The guy finally came to, and the cops were right there to arrest him. All he said was "I didn't mean to kill him". With tears in my eyes I said "Well you did and now he's gone forever"! Not a day goes by that I don't think of Ronnie. He was one of my best friends, he was down for whatever, always smiling and joking! I cant help but wonder what life would be like if he was still here

Whats Your Secret?

Hey my wonderful peeps whats going down? I always start out thinking I have nothing much to write about but once I finally get going I cant seem to stop.
Wednesday night me and my wife went to a book reading/signing here in Brooklyn. It was in a Barnes and Noble, and it was close to home. It was Frank Warren the guy from the Postsecrets website. If your not familiar with the site its kick ass. He has people mail in postcards with secrets on them. Its all anonymous and every Sunday he picks 20 and puts them on the site. He has been doing this for about 3 years and has made about 3 books from it as well. He was speaking on his latest book at the signing that we went to.
So we went early and sat at Starbucks, got a nice Caramel Frap and read the book. I had a really good time. As I was sitting across from Maria I couldn't help but think how happy we both were at that moment and how I just wanted to make it last forever. I would find a funny or shocking secret and show her and she would do the same and we exchanged them while sharing our Frap.
Other people were getting a lil pissed because we were laughing and having a good time but fuck em, if you don't like it them fucking move!
We went out to have a smoke and then went down to get good seats. It started at 7:30pm but we went and sat down at 7 and there were people already waiting. As time went by and got closer to him coming in it got so packed.
So he came and spoke about how he got started and some secrets that stay in his mind, and how his daughter and wife tried to sneak there own postcard secrets in while he wasn't looking and it was just a really great time. He's a regular guy, in his forties who came up with this idea and it took off. He gives alot of his profits to the suicide helpline. If you go to his site you will see at the bottom more about the helpline.
Are you brave enough to tell someone else? Would you ever send one in?
I have sent one in and so has my wife. Believe it or not Marias got posted on the blog one Sunday! How dope is that?
So whats your secret...................................?

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