Whats up beautiful people? Hope all is well in your lives. I'm very sorry about last week, I got caught up doing some other shit, it won't happen again. Anyway, I'm going to open up about a different chapter of my life, I hope you dig it,
              Shortly after I got out of prison, I got married. Yes, I loved her, but I was young, the real reason why I got married was, she was pregnant. Yes I have a child, shes not really a child anymore, shes 19, I haven't spoken to her in years, not because of anything she did, but because of my own insecurities, this story, is how it all started.
               It was 93, I was already separated, I had a roommate, and a dog, my dog, his name was Hercules, I had him since, 86, he was a beautiful Sheppard mix, that was a very loving animal, and alot of fun, he loved the snow, he loved his rubber balls, he was the only thing I really salvaged from the separation.
              The split in a way wasn't good, here after maybe 6 months after being apart, she had moved in with a guy, the guy seemed all right, but in reality, this was my little girl, at the time of the split, she was 18 months, by this time, she was 3, and every week there was drama, it was either this or that.
          Anyway, one Sunday afternoon, her boyfriend , JOHN, picked up the kid, and said that the movie I had taken her to see the previous week was not appropriate cause JACKIE was having nightmares or some make believe bullshit, I asked her if she had nightmares, she said no, so I said, he didn't know what he was talking about, and to keep his mouth shut, cause he was just the driver, he said some remark and then told me to fuck myself or some nonsense, I just looked at him, and spit in his face.
               About 2 months after this, I'm working at a Sports betting service, its an all day Saturday, during football season. I get home from work about 7pm, I open the garage when I got home and left it open so the dog could go out. I go up stairs, turn on the T.V. and just start relaxing, within minutes I hear a bang and my dog yell, I run down stairs, and I see HERCULES running towards me, I check him, hes fine, no blood, no visible signs of anything. I do notice his kind of limping, I walk out past the garage, all of a sudden, BANG, I get hit from the side, but it was amateur hour, he hit me again, it was a 2 by 4, as I charged him, he slipped, I had him, I punched him a couple of times then, I hear a car door open, and there's his fucking partner running at me, I start fighting this motherfucker, the piece of wood falls, and like a miracle, I pick it up, and whack the one fuck in the leg, he goes down but the other guy starts running, I chase him about a block away, finally I caught this guy, and started slamming him badly, it had been a bad year, and I took it out on this fuck, I kicked him in the back real hard, then I kicked him in the head, both kicks were with work boots on.
              I asked him, why he attacked me, he couldn't even talk, I ran back to the house, and called a cop friend who was off duty, I explained that I had never seen these guys before, by this time the other guy had taken off, and my side started swelling bad, my ribs were broken and badly bruised, I couldn't really breathe, but I fucked both those motherfuckers up, the one real bad.
              My cop buddy rushed over and when he got there, our friend was still on the floor,bleading. Some of the neighbors were out of there homes by then, my cop friend looked at me and said, we could finish him, or call the police and a ambulance, I chose the second option, at that time, I had enough bad karma on the horizon.
           The next morning, I was going to see my daughter at 1pm, I knew it was these 2 fucks who sent those cocksuckers to get me, guilty conscience has no accuser, my ex calls me at 1130am, and asked if I was all right, if I still wanted to see Jackie, I said yes why wouldn,t I ? But thats when I knew for sure. I didn't say anything on the phone.
           When they arrived, I was all smiles, my daughter looked beautiful, I hugged her, then told her to give Hercules a hug, while she was hugging the dog, I pulled up my shirt and showed those 2 miserable fucks the bruising on my ribs, then told them in a low voice, to next time, send the A-Team, both there faces turned red.
             That was the beginning of a fucked up time in my life, that we'll talk more about in the weeks to come. AS far as HERCULES, when I went back to JERSEY in 94 to pursue Comedy, I left him with my ex and a couple of years later, he passed. I'm
 very sorry I never saw him again, but she wouldn't let me, till this day, even with all my cats, I think about HERCULES from time to time.
                 Sorry again about last week, the next few weeks, I'll give you some good shit, so check in with me on MONDAYS! Besides that....STAY BLACK!