I'm one of those people that you won't know, until s#!t hits the fan. I'm peaceful; I'm not hiding; I'm not a follower and friendship isn't convenience. Friendship is a real breathing back and forth relationship. I don't forget anyone or anything, so I may not interact with you everyday if you wronged me or attempted to wrong me--but I'll be cordial.
I met a woman named Bachi Smith during my first year in college. She was living in Buffalo at the time, so I would see her when she was in the city. I was very focused, and Bachi was the type of woman who did Bachi--I respected that. Bachi introduced me, not formally to Karen Hunter and Rita, who I believe coached Womens Basketball at St. John's.
These women were awesome to me; they were about something and doing positive things in life. I was still very shy and very green. Well, as I mentioned Bachi was living in Buffalo so we never saw each other on a regular, but I started to notice that she liked to accentuate the negative.
In the 90s me, Bachi, Susan, Lisa, Chuck, Darnell and others used to hang out and get twisted and party like we had lost all sense of existing. We all partied, but when Bachi moved back it was like she was stuck somewhere in 1993, and it was around 2002. I was like, okay no problem and I'd let it go. She had moved back to the city and was with this woman from St. Lucia and a number of years had passed since we'd hung out.
So, in the meantime, a couple of years prior I had called Karen Hunter at the Daily News around 1999. I was still shy, and kind of reserved because I had gone through so much with writing with professionals, so I was scared of rejection; but I also realized that Karen was friends with Colden Grant, who is my family and I never really dealt with them.
I can't remember how I found out, but I didn't send Karen a copy of my novel. Hattie, Cynthia and Colden had thrown me out in 1987 without any reason, but again I was trafficked for sex like my Uncle Hercules. I didn't realize it then.
In 2002, when I was living in Flora Vidal's on Hancock in Brooklyn, all of a sudden Abe and Evans Shaw came to see me, they had NEVER visited me in my ENTIRE life. Colden also came over once because this guy just started acting crazy on me in 2001, and at the time I was trying to bury the hatchet and get to know them because my mom was interacting with them. Why did I do that?
So, I ran into Bachi again around 2004, and she sent me a slick a÷! email talking about a duel. Now, I was there for her when her mom passed, and I had never taken my friendship from her--however, I treated her with a long handle spoon. I'd want to trust her because I love her like a sister, but I knew there was something up in the spirit.
Anyway, I was with Bachi when I met Angelo and I was with Rhoda when I met Jonathan. Now, I don't know what the hustle is, but I've never done anything to any of them. I've never used these women or played with there feelings, but they're involved in something shady if they're dealing with my family. My family steals and they're involved with racketeering. It hurts, but it is what it is and I'm not sacrificing my career for them--it's just not happening.
Bachi is always talking about my cats, and she just started acting very hateful all the time. I always want to trust her because I always look at her as that go getter woman that I met as a young woman, but people change and I grew up. So, I'm sorry, if you're hanging with my family from Queens--you just might have game like they do and I stay back.
The first time I heard about poison, it was from the woman who I rented from who was from St. Lucia. It's not like there's any love, so there's no love lost. My cousin Cynthia and Sheree will definitely rob me blind and won't blink--they're thick as thieves and I don't hang in their circle. They set me up, and people have been hurt and they need to deal with the consequences. I don't do thuggery, greed and I'm not a thief.
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