Who Am I
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I guess this unstable concoction of life was put together with one part heroin, and two parts alcohol and zero love I guess you don’t want to fuck up a good formula right.
The inventors of our little experiment were just as fucked up! But to me the inventor’s where; well call them mom and dad. Because of these two’s carelessness in body self destructing and sex, because you know they couldn’t call it making love. But any way Im here.
You see I didn’t ask to be here but what the fuck, I am! So now I have to go and try to make the best of it. And To be perfectly honest blowing my fuckin brains out would have been easier. But for as long as I can remember I made the best of every mutha fuckin day and all the shit that came with it.
Well I made the nine month journey to earth from the body of what at one time was probably a beautiful and strong black woman and once a smart and strong man of the same shade.
But as the parties and the years went on so did the drug’s and the re-up’s and I guess being blessed for the second time wasn’t enough to put the devil-s bullshit down. So I blame it. For me being born with yellow jaundice or some birth disease or some shit like that.
And if that wasn’t enough I stayed at the hospital an incubator for a few, while the vessel I arrived in took flight to Nevada or something like that. Never to return.
Until a ship of another brand decided to take the proper steps to leave with the damaged good’s.
So from then on I was passed from family to family just long enough to refuel there vein’s. Once the energy was restored, and they felt that they could rule the world. But that was only good as long as the dope lasted or the money did. But when the money was gone and they started coming down off the dope and reality set’s in you know, shit like the fuckin kids they had to go and pick up. Then that’s when the real fun started.
First it started with those got damn ass wippens for every thing. But mainly for getting on there nerves and so with hot wheel tracks or extension cord’s. Or being told to go outside to get branches’ from the bushes.
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About the Book
In paying particular attention to an African- American point of view, "Who Am I?" traces aspects of one man's experience while taking into account the types of challenges modern life sometimes includes. I use a narrative style-of-consciousness technique in an effort to mirror a range of emotions.
From a relatively early age, elements such as addiction, violence, and family separation seemed to define my vision of the world. In one instance I describe an exchange of gunfire that leaves "no survivors" on the opposing side. An encounter with Michelle, whose father owns a restaurant on the beach where she works, inspires various questions, especially, "What does she really want with a thug like me?" Her influence seems to inspire a new outlook, but change appears to be a process that might take some time.
"Who Am I" takes a generally candid look at modern relationships, investigating the extent to which a person might be willing to go toward achieving a sense of identity or finding love. Unfolding as a series of incidents accompanied by comment’s on qualities relating to identity, courage, and equality. My contribution is designed to entertain as well as to provoke thought.
About the Author
James Raymond Gallimore was born in Los Angeles CA on the east side. My likes (in the old days) where smoking pot, shurm, crank, drinking, gang banging stealing cars. You know the stuff that a hollowed out brain would do. But these days I have a life in the northwest with out the bullshit.
Like low riding, art, long ride’s on my cafe’ bike through the country and the beach. Playing with the love’s of my life that got me this far Shyann and Alyesia not to forget my wife and best friend Angie especially for riding this out and putting up with all the madness.
This book is in loving memory of Rena, Kevin, bird, Gary, Big Archie, Markey, Jake the snake green, Pancho, Big Duce, Adam Rhino, Donovan, and most of all my brother Ray Christopher and the rest of the fallen soldiers I forgot to mention...
Life’s a mothafucka all we can do is live and deal with it because a real man will take the right road Peace!!