Dennis L. Maxberry
We the People of the United States. Are chosen amongst ourselves to be, and do the best of all things moral and within idea character. In order to know one's self he must put the wild and qrazy aside in the best esteem possible. I myself call this setting a simple posture amongst the many, whomever might be the competitve edge, by being sensible, and knowledgable and plain in a business sense knowing what I have done myself. I love people, and have never went out of my way to assure them that I do. When you read be assured that every word I say is accountable and true. In my eyes I feel I can not judge another and if that is so others will have their own opinion. Enjoy or feel it.
Although this is my first book I have other pennames such a Flint T. Holliday. My real name is not Flint Max, my real name is Dennis Lee Maxberry, and the following is my me.
Address: P. O. Box 14081, West Allis, WI 53214 since 1993.
Education: I started school in 1963 going to Johnson elementary in Lexington, Kentucky. We moved the next year and I attended Booker T. Washington Elementary for the remainder of my pre Jr. High education. The school is now located in Douglass Park in Lexington, Ky. I later attended Winburn Jr. Lexington Kentucky Lafayette a predominantly petite school that never caused me any problems except for the internal racial ethics that student's play.
GED from the University of Kentucky
*Bachelor of Science in School of Information Studies UWMilwaukee.
*Associate Milwaukee Area Technical College
*Associate Southwestern College of Business
Cincinnati, Ohio
*Associate Certificate in Paralegalism from the Southern Career Institute in Boca Raton, FL
The story of these two fighters are the names and legions of a certain community, that I know about and it digs within and without of my life force my boundaries how I want to live, and how we might die. No one has found a way to overcome death, therefore death must be sweet, but don't let that lead you to demise, but understanding and leadership. All people must consider their own death eventually, hopefully write out a insurance policy for the family if you have a family. However, story number one can be about the player in the deal of the community, yet the true meaning must conjure up the idea of death in order to be of the western civilization. So I will mention it in this the story of the man they called the Dream now Dream was a real to life player if you do not know what a player is in its terms here. It is a Pimp of the women, and many women would go there in order to do business, and get their business taken care of. Quite naturally Dream's conglomeration had to be real in order to keep the John's coming back so idealistically many women going in had the propaganda at first right. It was just the time necessary to get out of the game; the nature of the Dream could be nice, or enforce. Good women, of good girls stay home; once a whore always a whore in the Dream's in those days the community tried to break free, but to take the dream means to put it back.
It was a cold night in September, one of the Dream's girls was a schoolgirl, and she really needed to go to get her Black American education, and the eye was on the Dream that she would do the right thing. Well, she didn't and that was the last they heard of the Dream in real life, the Dream was found floating in the Ohio River. Some say that he got his tongue cut out in Louisville, Kentucky and floated there on a chevron boat. Others say he was dumped there over the rail of Newport bridge. However, if you have ever been to Newport, Kentucky it is hard to dump someone and not be seen or heard of again. Just as well, in Louisville, in order to find hard times you might have to look for it.
