A Journey Into the Unknown (Book Excerpt)
is worth? One wouldn’t expect the evidence room to hold any illegal substances longer than necessary but it would then it would ‘mysteriously’ disappear and find its way back into the streets along with a bunch of marked pistols and ammunition so that dealers can be traced and the same substances and more cash can be seized once again.
Of course all this is just the common assumption in the streets but nobody especially not criminals can do a thing about it. I never spent hours thinking of how crooked cops or politicians were or how it affected me but instead how to better myself like everyone else because I was at a disadvantage, I was the one and only in my kingdom, there would be no wars because there were no soldiers and the only evidence or commodity ever found in my territory or possession if ever raided would be cash. Of course it would all disappear into thin air easily and quickly with the technological advances these days, money laundry now a thing of the past.
Chapter 7 Big paper
A wise man once asked me how much it would take for me to even as little as crack a smile. For me money wasn’t the problem anymore. It was life; it was waking up in the morning and having a place to be, a place I belonged, having “work buddies” and work quickies and friends and all that stuff that now seemed like a fairy tale to me. Of course by this time it was safe to say I was becoming sloppy but I didn’t give a damn, my heart was bleeding, I needed some damn love in my life. I had started to crave the things of the past again. I never got to have them so I chose this life as a consolation. I never had cool friends so I became the cool guy. I never had money so I chased money. I never had a girl friend so I became a pimp, close to the time when I had come in contact with my high school sweet heart again. I thought I would never see her again. Just when I was being forged into this heartless bastard, she came and softened me up once again.
She brought me life. It was like a gift from the mother land, I felt alive. She was in town on holidays, though I didn’t know at the time. We would talk for hours on the phone well into the night and say almost nothing of importance. I had too much to hide, and as with everyone I ever met, I couldn’t say much about myself. There was nothing much to say. If anyone ever asked what my source of income was, I would say I didn’t know as that would be the truth, money came to me. My job was to keep craving it and spending every day and night chasing it. Every minute was to be spent in the line of duty.
Prostitution, pimping, wasn’t that hip-hop fantasy it is made out to be these days by these damn kids with too much money; big fine bootilicious girls in apple bottom jeans dancing around a luxury apartment drinking champagne and all that crap, nothing like that. The real milk men always said pimping wasn’t easy and only fools would run around calling themselves “pimps”, the real milk men played the part and let the people call it what they wanted to. The word was something of a derogatory term for people in the profession long ago.
The pimp game for me was a link between sex, money and drugs. I had later referred to it as the devils work but I didn’t quit though. I spent years dragging drugged up ‘horses’ to high, drunken clientele both male and female and I couldn’t even boast of earnings to make up the nature of the job. One could tell some of the horses where diseased but they would still be a part of the team as long as they were willing and able. It wasn’t the dream job but at least I had something to look forward to the next day and plus the game came to me spontaneously, like every single one of my occupations. I was grateful, grateful to whoever was responsible.
Damn demons!
I was always one to look on the bright side of things, but I moved on the dark side, there was really no bright side to be seen, though it was there but over shadowed by the evil and clouded by the danger.
Sometimes I would wander off into the woods far away from civilization just to get away from it all. I always knew there was more to life than money and horses, something supernatural. I believed in a higher power on earth that was being over looked by modern man, that science wasn’t the answer to everything, maybe even just a short cut taken too far. That energy could come from the human body itself, that the body could be the ultimate renewable source of energy. I believed that one could establish an almost permanent connection with the spirit world on earth and evolve into a new form, that heaven and earth were not just separate entities but indeed a part of each other and that the angels depended on humans as much as humans depended on them. I believed demons would surround whoever was evil and lead him to the devil either in hell or on earth. Of course once I was back to civilization, it seemed none of