My step dad was a coke head. He taught me the game, how to cut the shit, how to cook it on the stove. He taught me how to shoot my first pistol. I thought I was a gangster.
He went to prison for trying to rob the Manor Carryout. I never saw him again. Then it was just me and my mom. I sold coke and weed.
I went to school during the day and hustled at night. I got good grades and got paid. I never mixed them. I didn't go to school high or bring blow to class.
I graduated from selling an eight-ball to an ounce of powder in no time. I lived with my mom, but at fourteen I ran two trap houses.
Now look at me. I grow the best pot in town, maybe even Ohio. I do it all underneath the radar. Instead of flashing diamonds I invested in property.
A nobody turned into a real estate guru. I wear a suit, but always have a pistol in my car.
I have twenty eight rental properties and sixteen houses for sale. I buy low and renovate. The trick is, buy from the guy you're selling to. Say you're cutting them a deal. Most of the time, I actually am.
I started with a half of a double a block away from the Bay. I had my two trap houses but my mom needed out of the ghetto. When I got more money I bought the other half. Then I bought a house, so on and so forth.
I knew construction workers that would do a day's work for a gram of coke, maybe an eight-ball. Some just couldn't get work after they caught a felony. Those were people that didn't roll over on me, good people that I needed to help out.
My point?
You can be worthless, you can be a pussy, you can be from nothing, but you can overcome.
Be a hero in your community, help others.
You should never look at someone else's plate and get pissed because they have more than you. The only time you should ever look at someone else's plate is if they don't have enough to eat.
Chapter XII
Awakening
1993
The sky opened up to let the sunrise peak around the cliffs. Purple and pink clouds swirled in the air, as the sun cast shadows between the trees.
And there was Clint, at the edge of shit creek underneath the infamous weeping willow tree.
Hunter kneeled next to his victim, mesmerized by the thought of killing a man then bringing him back to life. He bit a chunk out of his wrist and dripped blood into Clint's mouth. The nearly dead nerd suctioned on Hunter's open wrist like it was his first tit full of milk.
Somewhat like Judd died and was reborn after sinking his knife into Lester's side, Clint lost more and more of his cowardly nature with every suckle.
The faint smell of BBQ invoked the summer air. Except it wasn't BBQ. It was flesh searing on an open fire. The lover's sweat glands secreted on the embers and their blood boiled out onto the hot coals. Hunter's dinner from the previous evening.
"You're my creation now. I don't know what'll happen, you might spaz out and kill yourself," Hunter loomed over Clint, "you may lie here until the sun sets you on fire," Hunter pushed Clint's head off of his wrist, "I ain't too sure. I know the girl that bit me was powerful. She was past solar damage, and I didn't experience it for the first few months of being a... whatever we are. And I haven't experienced its much sense."
Clint's eyes rolled around in his skull as he trembled on the moist grass. His body popped and locked while the magical elixir coursed through him.
"I don't know much about it," Hunter said, "I didn't get to hang out with my
He went to prison for trying to rob the Manor Carryout. I never saw him again. Then it was just me and my mom. I sold coke and weed.
I went to school during the day and hustled at night. I got good grades and got paid. I never mixed them. I didn't go to school high or bring blow to class.
I graduated from selling an eight-ball to an ounce of powder in no time. I lived with my mom, but at fourteen I ran two trap houses.
Now look at me. I grow the best pot in town, maybe even Ohio. I do it all underneath the radar. Instead of flashing diamonds I invested in property.
A nobody turned into a real estate guru. I wear a suit, but always have a pistol in my car.
I have twenty eight rental properties and sixteen houses for sale. I buy low and renovate. The trick is, buy from the guy you're selling to. Say you're cutting them a deal. Most of the time, I actually am.
I started with a half of a double a block away from the Bay. I had my two trap houses but my mom needed out of the ghetto. When I got more money I bought the other half. Then I bought a house, so on and so forth.
I knew construction workers that would do a day's work for a gram of coke, maybe an eight-ball. Some just couldn't get work after they caught a felony. Those were people that didn't roll over on me, good people that I needed to help out.
My point?
You can be worthless, you can be a pussy, you can be from nothing, but you can overcome.
Be a hero in your community, help others.
You should never look at someone else's plate and get pissed because they have more than you. The only time you should ever look at someone else's plate is if they don't have enough to eat.
Chapter XII
Awakening
1993
The sky opened up to let the sunrise peak around the cliffs. Purple and pink clouds swirled in the air, as the sun cast shadows between the trees.
And there was Clint, at the edge of shit creek underneath the infamous weeping willow tree.
Hunter kneeled next to his victim, mesmerized by the thought of killing a man then bringing him back to life. He bit a chunk out of his wrist and dripped blood into Clint's mouth. The nearly dead nerd suctioned on Hunter's open wrist like it was his first tit full of milk.
Somewhat like Judd died and was reborn after sinking his knife into Lester's side, Clint lost more and more of his cowardly nature with every suckle.
The faint smell of BBQ invoked the summer air. Except it wasn't BBQ. It was flesh searing on an open fire. The lover's sweat glands secreted on the embers and their blood boiled out onto the hot coals. Hunter's dinner from the previous evening.
"You're my creation now. I don't know what'll happen, you might spaz out and kill yourself," Hunter loomed over Clint, "you may lie here until the sun sets you on fire," Hunter pushed Clint's head off of his wrist, "I ain't too sure. I know the girl that bit me was powerful. She was past solar damage, and I didn't experience it for the first few months of being a... whatever we are. And I haven't experienced its much sense."
Clint's eyes rolled around in his skull as he trembled on the moist grass. His body popped and locked while the magical elixir coursed through him.
"I don't know much about it," Hunter said, "I didn't get to hang out with my
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