You look at my pictures,
stare into my eyes.
You read some of my posts,
And know I hate lies.
Reading my profile,
It makes your mind smile
Then think of me,
in your mind,for awhile.
You might read some of my poetry,
And fall into some thoughts, of ecstasy.
Reading some of my Testimonials,
Left by my friends,
Might make your eyes want to cry.
For all that they felt me to be,
In their hearts, their words do imply.
Right now you may be thinking,
Wow, what an egotistical guy.
I say no my Dear Reader.
THATS NOT at all, my reply.
You see I say I'm a very simple man.
I'm on here, with no real plan.
Just a truth, that you can believe,
And a promise, never to deceive.
I am very proud of this man I now live.
I am very much full of pride,
for all the love I give.
Just know I am Human, and have a very real heart.
Know that it has been shattered, and put back together.
Not just once,,but many times, yet that is just, Part.
I have three kids that I raised and love.
They call me Dad, and love me for all and more,
of everything here, above.
I'm not as young as I once lived at being.
So my age is me, in my all your eyes view, seeing.
I have flaws just like all the rest.
Never will I think, I can pass every test.
I don't need a model, I'm not looking for the best.
I'm just here for you to know, and call a friend.
And through my heart to you, I shall always defend.
When I was younger,and so full of Chit.
I was a man, who women felt, I was all IT.
When I was only 22,
A girl I was dating, sat down with me,
and started counting,
all the women I had taken to bed.
And it was around 200.
That my little black book read.
All were the ones, who played hard to get.
Some were just made, on a friends doubting bet.
All of them at THAT time,
were treated with all my respect.
I lived to be pleasant and cool,
With no regrets.
That was thirty two years ago,
And HERE, I write and live,and Grow.
So please, don't any of you feel sorry for me.
I could die today,
and never feel cheated on lust and sex.
Or the way a woman can look into your eyes.
When she's raw and free, with nothing to disguise.
As my life on here, has been posted.
All 27,000 of my replies.
I constantly expose all of me,
with every post, each reply, I try.
So when or IF, you ever really read me here.
Know that in my life,
I've probably lived YOU, in MINE, SOMEWHERE.
I'm NOT that young dude out for a piece of assss.
And I'm NOT a dude, who thinks he's best in class.
I'm just a man, who really wants to find.
A woman who can look past all that I have been.
And see me as, The man she wants beside her, to her end.
Until that day arrives,
through all my wittle struggles to survive.
I will be on here,
writing words for all of you out there.
To show everyone,
that life is always what we make it to be.
Good or bad, we all have to live,
With the ONLY ONE, WE CAN CALL,,,,,
ME!

Live with no regrets, and live to be,,,YOU!

Life changes, who we are,,everyday.
Hold on to that which makes YOU better.
And lose the parts of you that make you weak.
Never forget ANY of life's experiences.
For each ONE, allowed YOU to be more.
Take not, what you cannot give.
And give all, that you have lived.
For everyday that passes,
is one more day, your never have.
I love all of you today,
and even more of YOU, tomorrow.
With this happy, sappy, little face.
Always here,,at Mingles Place...


NOW,,,for the youngins,,go getcha SOME.
For the rest,,,just read and relax..
as for me,,I AM NOW RUNNING SO BEHIND,,
That I think,,,I left somewhere, my mind?
On my way to Florida,,,whoopee,,,,,yeah,,,

Ahhh,,no big deal,,its just my job,,,
But,,I'll eat an Orange,just for YOU...

Terry we are all blessed to have you here on mingle. So many of your posts touch my heart. Thank you my friend for caring for up all. :)

PENNY,,,YOUR just a NATURAL SWEATHEART..and thank YOU..

I have felt that MANY here,,who might stumble on one of my writes or poems,,feel,,maybe I am sad,,and feel sorry for myself or sorry,,I am alone in life at this moment,,lol..
And THATS why I wrote this,,as many had been sending me emails,,with their thoughts of me and LIKE,,giving me some cheering UP...lol WHICH is COOL,,but I'm not really sad,,as to who,or what,or why,,I am living my life now as....
I am tired of WHAT I'm doing for my living,,and being isolated from others who I could be enjoying a better quality of life around,in Person,,,lol,,But,,I am very happy in all my thoughts and actions,,everyday,,even WITH,,my working discontentment...

I've thought about writing a book some day,,on my life,,and all its many situations,,for me to have lived through as a boy to a man.
But I know,,I'll never take the time to do that in life,,UNLESS..I write about it on here,,and everyday I come on,,add more to it,,all in one place,,all where it can be copied from,,IF,,per-say,,I was to drop dead,,Lil,,Not planning on THAT,,:) BUT,,my kids,,could pull this off of here,,and they'd have some OMG,,Dad's story's to look at and read,,and smile,,or freak,lol,,They have known forever,,that I LIVE on here all the time,,and as THEIR married,,they don't get on here,,,So,,this Thread,,shall be my life.
I have another one here,,with much in it,,but its MORE a rap,hip,, joking bad assss me,,than,,really, who I AM,,in this world each day.I am NOT a RAPPER,,LOL,OR LISTEN MUCH TO THAT,,although,,I do follow Hip-hop a bunch,,and love to dance to it..
I am BLESSED,,to have YOU and SO MANY on here,,call me a FRIEND,,and really like me,,and all that I write and TRY to do on here for others,,who DO LIVE,,very depressed and troubled days or years.. MANY have told me,,Terry,YOU CAN'T SAVE THE WORLD,,no one CAN?,,And I do very much realize THAT,,but really,,when it comes down tomy time,,and what I do,,or don't do,,THEM,,
IF I can make ONE PERSON,,FEEL BETTER about their life,,or just make them SMILE,,for a sentence I wrote that they found FUNNY,,
Is THAT NOT,,WORTH MORE,,than me staying in my World alone and dark,,and still?
My thoughts are if EVERYONE cared about THEIR NEIGHBORS,,LIFE WOULD BE SO MUCH MORE PLEASANT AND FULL...
We live in times of FEAR,,and Panic,,and mis-trusts and CRIME.
ALL OF THAT,,is due mostly on US NOT KNOWING OUR NEIGHBORS,,
SOME,,NOT at ALL?
We put bars on our windows,,steal doors with two locks,,most of us can't even leave our cars to walk into a gas station,w/o the fear of it being ripped off or harm coming to it or its contents.
And then WE COMEON A DATING SITE,,,lol FULL of strangers and WORDS,,from PEOPLE WE HAVE NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE?
AND "THATS REAL"???
Get it,,everyone has ten to a hundred neighbors RIGHT THERE,,CLOSE BY,,who MIGHT JUST BE THEIR PERFECT MATCH,,or a GOOD FRIEND TO HAVE
But WE COME HERE,,,,,,,BECAUSE WE FEEL ITS SAFER?
So many come here with a plan,,to find THEM a MATE,,in some form of THAT,,,It might be as shallow as a bed partner,,or as trying as THEIR PERFECT MATCHED LIFE LONG PARTNER?
Many come on here,,as for giggles and laughs,,and some NET PEOPLE,,who they can CALL A FRIENDS?
Many who might have came here for WHATEVER,,brought them here,,have stayed,,because THEY KNOW,,it makes their evenings and time pass by,,and they like the people behind their names here,,and they feel they really are REAL FRIENDS to them,,and THIS,,is MY REASONS for staying...
As its CALLED,,A Dating Site,,,It really IS,,what each of US,,find here to call it,,and MAKE IT,,fit our minds to be,,for US to see read, feel, and write on it..
THIS,,,will be like a living journal,,of my life both then and now.
And NO ONE WILL WANT TO COME IN HERE AND READ ME,,,BUT ONCE,,,lol,and then say OMG,,NO WAY,,,,lol,BUT,,,thats won't stop me from living within these pages of my thoughts and lived passions to embrace,,at every moment,,I have lived to know and feel while IN THEM...Have I like WTF? bored you to death yet,,,
Typing,,,has become,,,my FRIEND

iam4u....like your freestyle writing...teasingbrunette

Loved it ((((T))))

I am in tears at the beauty of this. Again, you've moved me with your pictures. *hugs* I love you my friend.

Why thank you 2kids,,I'v missed you here..Big hugs and always,,my prayers..







iam4u....like your freestyle writing...teasingbrunette
Teasing,,this made my day,,I finally wrote something you liked,
Kidding,,but I do very much thank you..






I am in tears at the beauty of this. Again, you've moved me with your pictures. *hugs* I love you my friend.

Mariah,,,,Thank you so much for letting my words,,come into your heart.. and Ilove you to my dear friend...

I love you all,,very much,,as my real friends here...

I want so much to NOT bore anyone,,but,,really,,THATS tough NOT to do..But I will say,,much of my life may not be read as very exciting,,but it was,,very abusive, and NOT,,just through my dad,,but even strangers... YEP,,I was just in the wrong place,,for a freaking NUT to say,,OH,,I think I'll HURT YOU A BIT..\


I'll give you folks some of my youngest memories,,but I will warn all here,,it IS,,disturbing to hear,,but,,it was,,what THIS IS WRITTEN...

This is NOT,,NICE reading,,,
My early kid days were hard,,My dad worked at GM,,and my Mom worked at a Aerosol plant making cans of hair spray and starch,,and oh YES,,spray and wash...
They both drank and spent much money on booze,,But my Mom always made sure she kept the Bills paid and food came last..
I was the reason my mom and dad married,,and My Mother already had three kids from her first husband..He to was a drunk,,except just a sad pitiful kind,,not abusive..
My dad was NOT,,in any terms of CALLING,,A GOOD DAD...lol
He would have parties,,and the lowest form of human content as his friends to come over and party with him on ANY good occasion to be getting drunk..
My earliest memory was being in our bedroom,,me my brother Bill and sister's Theresa, and Marsha...Now,,just so you know,,I couldn't talk normal as a boy,,I never had any good role models to WANT to try and help me speak,,and my siblings feared anything to do for me or to me,,as I WAS A ROE,,(my,,,,,HIS last name here)and THEY WERE NOT!,,thats how my dad raised us..They were Morgans,,I was a Roe...
My first bad memory was in my bunk bed with me on the top bunk,,and my brother bill on the bottom,,are sisters, across the room in one double bed..I woke to hear my dad and mom screaming at each other on the other side of our bedroom door,,He was yelling, I'll fking kill you when I get a hold of you,,,My mother then screaming,,I'll COAL COCK YOU UPSIDE YOUR HEAD TO, WITH THIS gDAM FRYING PAN.
Stuff falling down and feet pounding around running,,and yelling,,I was crying really bad and my brother stood on his bunk,,and graded me and put his hand over my mouth and said YOU BE QUIET HE'LL COME IN HERE AND KILL US..and so I just tried to hold in my crying and that made me sniffle and choke, and cough,,with that bad sucking in, haa haa haaa, stuff..and I just kept whispering for God to kill him,,so he wouldn't hurt my mommy,,saying Please God take my daddy but don't hurt my mommy..
I was about four or five here..and the cops came,,and they stopped.
THAT,,was a weekly ordeal..
We lived in a chit hole of a house,,mice and roaches ran the place.
Because I could speak right,,My sister Marsha,,was marci,,and Theresa, was tresi,,and Bill,,,was BILL, ,I wasn't MENTALLY SLOW,,thank you..
About this same time period,,I had a bull dog, and his name was Binky,,(I had a thing for that i at every ending,,lol)
Binky was my buddy,,and NO ONE CAME IN OUR YARD,,he was MEAN,,and he was a tall boxer,,not like a Marine dog looking boxer,,lol
One day,,we heard tires squalling and we ran outside,,and Binky had gotten hit and ran all the way over,,he was howling awful pain,,,and mom told us all to go back in the house,,and dad (who was DRUNK) picked Binky up and carried him toward the back yard,
As we came in the front door,,dad was getting a hammer out of the kitchen drawer say he was going to have to kill him,,,I heard that and went into screams,,,he went on out back,,and my sisters were holding me,,so I ran into our bedroom and looked out the window there..Dad had Binky over the top of a old stomp we had in the back yard there,,and he was trying to hold him with one hand,,and he drew up into the air with that hammer,,and came whooping down with it,,and he hit Binky in his head,,but it didn't kill him,,Binky just kept yipping,,it was so ear piercing and horrid and daddy went up in the air again and I was yelling and creaming NO DADDY DON"T KILL HIM PLEASE,,and the hammer came back down and Binky didn't make anymore howls and my sister heard me and was pulling me away from the window,,and I was sick and crying really bad,,I don't remember anything after that,,about Binky,,just that dad killed him.
I had one other dog later in life,,his name was Peanut,,and he was a peek-a-chow...lol and he was my best friend,,until,,my mom let him get out lose and the same ending,,but,,the car had crushed him so bad,,it popped his eye out,,and I was eight,,and swore then,I'd never ever have another pet,to love.....
My dad NEVER called us by our names,,we were,,little basssstards
Or sonofabitches,,,and his BEST saying to be yelling and beating me his BELT BUCKLE,,was I'LL BLISTER YOUR ASSSSS SO BAD YOU WON"T BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN FOR A WEEK..,,and HE,,MEANT EVERY BIT OF THAT..
IF,I walked in from outside w/o thinking about it,,and walked between him and ANY SPORTS ON TV,,he'd cuss scream smack or push me down,,as I INTERRUPTED HIS GAME...So,,I GREW,,NEVER WATCHING OR LIKING SPORTS...He was in his underwear all the time,night or day,,so I NEVER HAD ANY FRIENDS COME IN..
OH,,the STRANGER ABUSE I spoke off earlier,,
two people,,First,,My fifth grade teacher Mr. Brodrick..white hair about fifty five to sixty years old,,stocky and short.
He wanted me to admit I rode over a boy with mt bike,,the day before,on our way home from school?
Well,,I didn't,,and I wasn't going to admit I did when I hadn't,,
What DID happen,,was this little boy,,pulled a knife out on me,,and I beat him up and took his knife and through it as far as I could,,and told him IF he ever pulled a knife on me again,,I'd use IT on him....lol,,WELL,,I couldn't tell the teacher THAT,,w/o getting into MORE trouble,,so I just said I didn't hit him with my bike,,well this really pissssed him off and he pulled me by my ear,,out into the hallway,,and called me a cocky little assshole
Which,,I WAS,,lol,HEY,,MY DAD COULDN'T HURT ME THEN,,HE SURE WASN'T GOING TO MAKE ME CRY...Well,I was very wrong about that thought.
He was yelling deep,,and soft so as no one else could here him,,and he put his hands over each side of my head,over each ear,,and commenced to pound my head back and forth against the cement hall wall,,I started crying O BOY DID I,,and balling like a baby,,and he made me admit that I did that,,AND,,took me before each Fifth grade class,,(we had his class and one other,Miss Talbert's class)
I was always the bad assss in school then,,and I never cried when swatted,,and smiled,,just to anger the teachers,,EVEN though they ALL hurt like hell,,I was older than the rest of the kids,,because of my speech issues,,I flunked twice in Grade school.
So to STAND OUT,,and be MY COOL,,I TOOK IT,,and laughed afterwords
at lunch with all of them,,,BUT THIS DAY,,TERRY WAS A BROKEN SPIRITED LOST LITTLE BOY..I could barely get the words out of my mouth in front of the classroom kids,,all their faces filled with shock and terror KNOWING I WAS NEVER SEEN LIKE THAT.BY THEM?
Crying and snot running as I tried wiping it in my sleeves and cry talked out I,,,Di,,,,DID IT,,,I RAN HIM O,,,VER,,,
I was NEVER IN MY LIFE MORE ASHAMED OF ANYTHING OR ANYONE,,THAN I WAS OF ME BREAKING DOWN IN FRONT OF ALL OF THEM,,AND THEM SEEING ME WEAK,,,ME,,The bad assss little guy I had made my self (MY WALLS)
into,, JUST,,SO THEY WOULD OVER-LOOK MY SPEECH PROBLEMS AND LIKE ME FOR A REAL KID...
I went home then,,everyday for lunch,,it was only four blocks to my house,,I went in and told my dad what had happen,,and he felt the nine or ten egg bumps on the back of my head and he said,,come-on,,where going to go see that sonofabitch and I'll put bumps on his fking head..(I was never,,,,,,NEVER,,more prideful of my dad,,than right there and then,,and he was going to hurt this teacher,,yeahhhhhhhhh) We got to the school,,and went to the principals office and we told the Principal what Mr. Broderick had done,,so he sent his Secretary after him to come back to talk with us,,,The Principal had me sit and wait out in a chair in the hall way,,and Mr Broderick went past me,,with a hate in his eyes tome,,as he went in,,,Well,,after about fifteen minutes,,my dad came out and grabbed my elbow and said LETS GO...
As he pulled me out to walk back to the car,,he yells GET IN,,,I sat down and said what daddy? And he back handed me in the mouth and told me IF YOU EVER LIE TO ME AGAIN LIKE THAT I'LL BEAT YOUR ASSSS FOR A WEEK,,,,All I could do,,was shake and cry and HATE..
I never knew what they told him,,but it had to be that I made it up,,because THAT was what my dad said,,THAT I DID THAT to my self,,to get the teacher in trouble,,I GUESS?
But,,one thing DIED THAT DAY,,RIGHT THEN AND THERE..
NEVER WOULD I EVER TELL MY DAD ANYTHING,,AND NEVER WOULD I RESPECT CHIT OF OR ABOUT HIM,,AS THAT DAY MY FATHER DIED INSIDE MY HEART.

The other stranger abuse,,was a very large lady,,guessing maybe about three hundred pounds or so,,I had ran with older kids,,more than the ones my age as I was a little hoodlum,,lol, I was about eight or nine,,and one of those very tiny little boys,,skinny and bony,,,lol,,I went with a friend to his house,,and his Mother ,,also a drunk,,was having a booze party,,and ALL KINDS OF NICER CLOTHED PEOPLE were there,,as to my dads friends,,lol BUT,,ALL WERE WASTED and still drinking and laughing and spilling their drinks all over the place,,as boobs were pulled out and
pants were half on,,as we went through the crowd,,SHE SEEN ME,,grabbed me,,pulled me up on her drunken lap,,and I was embarrassed and blushed back then,,she thought THAT was cute,,and she kissed me on my cheek,,and her lip sticked MARK,,was made to be looked at by a man standing beside her,,and EVERYONE WANTED TO SEE WHERE THE LAUGHING WAS COMING FROM,,so they all flocked in staring and pointing and laughing at me,,so I got scared,,and tried to break her hold,,but she was STRONG and much bigger than me,,and she THEN,,held me with one arm wrapped so tight around me I could hardly breathe,,and she started putting on EXTRA LIP STICK,,with her free hand,,and KISSING ME ALL OVER MY FACE EVERYWHERE SHE PUSHED MY FACE DIRECTION TO MEET HER FAT UGLY LIPS,,I WAS SCREAMING AND TURNING AND YELLING,,AND THEY ALL,,,ALL OF THEM!!!!LAUGHED AND POINTED AND LAUGHED AND THEN CALLED MY A LITTLE CRY BABY..
I NEVER,,forgot THAT,,and later in life,,EVERY WOMAN,,I ever was with romantically,,I Had to ask them,,if THEY COULD PLEASE,,NOT kiss me with that old red candy type,,lipstick on their lips,,as it made me ill....At about thirty years old,,,I OUT GREW the dislike for lip stick,,and its cool NOW,,,but HER ACTIONS,,and HER PERSON,,I NEVER GOT OVER,,so now IF,,A big women was to kiss me,,I'd HAVE TO MOVE ASIDE,,as THAT,,would reminded me of that BAD DRUNK LADY..
SO THATS my issues,,with really big women,,and dating them,,I just CAN'T....I'm SORRY,,for THAT IN ME,,and I wished so MUCH,,it wasn't..
So you see,,I KNOW WHAT DAMAGE CAN DO,,and FEEL LIKE IN A CHILD'S MIND,,and MINE WERE NEVER ABUSED IN ANY WAYS,,NOR KISSED BY ANYONE LIKE I WAS HERE,,,
All of life's lessons taught to me,,were WITH A PRICE TO PAY..
I HATE DRUNKS,and OLD LIP STICKS,,lol,,Lip gloss is very SEXY LADIES,,,lol,,and I can't FEEL ROMANTIC LY INCLINED WITH A HEAVY WOMEN...all because of ACTIONS DONE TO ME,,that can't be remade...

SO,,,does the term,,,Counseling,,come to YOUR mind,,,lol
I have never had any,,and I am real,,and aware of my issues,,and with them,,I have spoken with about,,every lady I have ever dated very long,,and that and their thoughts,,have helped me to be good with them,,and me..
My dad taught me to KNOW,,As I swore growing,,I would NEVER BE ADDICTED TO ANYTHING THAT MADE ME DIFFERENT IN MIND,,AND I WOULD NEVER HIT A WOMEN OR CHILD,,And TO ALL OF THEM,,I NEVER HAVE..
Nor COULD I EVER IN MY FUTURE..

HATE,,and ABUSE,,CAN BE STOPPED,,within,,YOU..
LIVE TO BE MORE!!!!

i read what you wrote...
i'm feeling a sense of sadness....
you never know what is behind a person's eyes,what they've lived through...
i believe a person can heal,change their own path...
thankyou
teasingbrunette

Just a sense of sadness,,,damn it, YOU were suppose to have stopped reading it,,as you had to ball like a baby,,,lol
I am Kidding you teasin,,Life is what it is as we go through,,ALL,,that makes US,,become US,,and in this case of my abuses,,I GUESS,,realistically reviewing it,,I MIGHT have found School a much better life,,IF that was not my going through.
But,,No one is born into,,WHO THEY TURN INTO?
I mean a baby isn't bor a killer...Noe a baby born as a Priest?
Its what we all walk through and feel AS WE GROW,,that paints the colors we become..and wear....
And to be real with ya here,,IF someone else had wrote this above,,and I was reading it,,I really would of had to stop and wipe my eyes,,for IT sickens me to read or see when a child is abused.

YOU said you read all of this,,NOW,,let me tell you something,,I NEVER REALIZED OR EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT,,until a woman last year asked me about my childhood,,and ,,do you remember when I started this and said,,my you gest memories,,and me in the bunkbed,,and whispering about God killing my dad,,
WELL,,That woman brought that up to me,,and AS I HAVE TOLD THAT STORY TO MANY,,,BUT,,never did ANYONE say what she said to me,,and It blew my mind,,as THEN I really went back in my mind and thought,,,WOW,
She told me this,,,SO YOU HAVE ALWAYS HAD GOD IN YOUR LIFE WITH YOU,,TO TURN TO...
THAT question/statement,,,PUT ME IN AHHHHH,,,
You see, NO ONE IN MY HOME SPOKE,SAID, EVEN MENTIONED THERE WAS A GOD,,to me,,EVER THEN,,OR,,to age maybe of eight or nine,,
SO,,,,,HOW OR WHY,,DID I OR COULD I HAVE,,,KNOWN TO ASK OR CALL UPON HIM?
No one in my family went to church or had ANY Christians in our house??
I asked Jesus into my heart and life,,Four years ago,,,but before THEN,,,I was never a believer,,per say,,FULLY,,BUT,,I have TALKED TO GOD,,as early as my first REAL LIVED MEMEORY,,,and that woman's quetion last year,,,MADE ME NOTICE THAT,,for the very first time,,,to see or think on,,and I was like,,THANK YOU GOD..

If I hadn't experienced all of what I did go through,,then I also wonder,,would I then,,maybe BE THAT ABUSER,,or THAT DRUNK MEAN MAN?
Who had to GROW to an ADULT TO NEVER KNOW OR THINK,,THAT WAS BAD?

Life is funny,,in the way,,we learn lessons sometimes,,and my Children are BETTER,,NOW,,as human beings,,because of the love and its tendernesses I gave them to have and feel inside...so that THEY could NEVER have LEARNED THE PAIN,,through me to have within them..
I raised them to always KNOW,SHOW,and SHARE their love and their feelings with all of the ones they loved...
BUT,,,IF,,I had not been so MISSED TREATED as a boy,,I WOULD NOT HAVE KNOWN TO CARE SO MUCH ABOUT HAVING IT IN THEM?

Weird chit huh?,,
Thank you for being my only reader,,,, But,,i CAN,,understand why,,they wouldn't read it,,ITS A FREAKING BOOK!!!!

Very nice Terry,real....

Drive safe...both hands on the wheel...OK.... ten four, over and out!

YOU TALK CB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I am off my pretty,,and sitting here in my truck,,in georgia..
Reading and writing,,and living out, all that I am..

Thanks for popping in and speaking to me,,,

I had two hoy filled days in FL. and its still warm,,here in Southern GA...Down here with all the PEA,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,NUTS!

and may I say,,YOU HAVE NOT LIVED UNTIL YOU TASTE A HOT BOILED PEANUT,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,------------->

Kind of like,,wallpaper PASTE...

By Gods grace you survived and made the world a better place for yourself, your children, and many others. :)

Thanks Penny,,and Yes,,GOD IS GREAT!!!

Iam Iam . . . nice flow. Real nice flow

THAT'S BADASSSSSSS!!!!!
Thank you Big Brotha I.

Thanks Mig,,its all my heart man...

Man Mr B..where ya been hiding out?lol,,Thanks for the words Bro..Its my spirit in ink....lol

If I could . . . I would give you a hug.

A lot of people would not grow up after experiences like that. A lot of other people would not have the courage to share it like that.

You are what I consider a real man.