Whats up y'all. I been thinking, and I want to take the time out to share my story; maybe it will help others, and empower others who have been through similar circumstances. Here goes...
I was born from an affair. My mom was born from a traveling preacher with 4 different families, and she was also the only acknowledged child with a different father in her family. I first remember meeting my real father when I was four; i found out he was my father at the age of six. My stepfather was still gone; he would come through for spells, but he went on to be one of the oldest people to gain their Bachelor's Degree from Morehouse. I would live up there with him during summers and that helped inspire me to get my phd.
I have 13 brothers and sisters. When my god sister was 5, she was raped and contracted aids.she died when she was 13. she was a year older than me. My family is old, so I was born around the same time as some of my nieces and nephews. Most of us have sickle cell trait, and some of us have the disease, but one niece, she was born around the same time as me with the disease. She was molested at a young age.
I was molested by an older woman in my family when I was 7-8. It was my introduction to sex, and it fukked my mind up. I didn't know how to process it at that moment, but it impacted all of my relations from thereon. I compartmentalized that experience and went on to have healthy relationships as a teenager. Or what I thought were healthy relationships.
A year or two after that experience, Playboys started being mailed to my house on accident. Mom, being the good Christian she would throw it in the trash and then go on about her business. I would be in the cut like
I kept em in a hiding place and even sold a few. I remember an embarrassing moment, I got caught printing out Chyna's Playboy pics by a librarian 
was printing out Sable too
When I graduated and went to Morehouse, I only stayed there for a year. It was my first time being away from home and not having to sneak by my mom smelling like reggie and cheap beer. I got caught up with the life. I was in the club every night, and I got introduced to some brehs from University Homes. I started selling weed that October; it was from a dude from Virginia with a S-Curl. I shoulda never trusted him, but he offered me a good price and to front me, and as you can guess the story goes, yea he fukked me over. At that time I had never seen dro or purp before; all I knew was green. So a person could easily pass off some good reggie for loud. But yeah so while at Morehouse two salient lessons i learned was don't trust folks and that money talks. I could have made some key connections to people; Denzel Washingtons son stayed in my dorm for example, but I was not used to the class privilege out there. My mom could only afford to send me 40 dollars a month; that would go up in a week. Thats what led me down the path of hustling.
I left Morehouse in February 05; later that month they had a bust that involved the whole AUC and if I would have stayed I would have been tied up in. I left, went back to Alabama, and started accruing the 150,000 debt I have today from student loans.
When I moved back home, I did what I learned; sell weed and kick knowledge. It is at this point that I should elaborate on my family relations more. I first smoked reefer when I was 12 on a dare. I first got high with my big sister; I continued this tradition with my younger family members since I was the plug and at times I regret it, because I have seen family members lives fukked up from drugs, and I know I was the first one to put em on weed. I thought I was doing them a favor. But I digress.
I moved to Austin for a second and then back home and worked temporary labor during that time. I got humbled because I thought I could make it outside of degrees; I was chasing windmills in many ways. I stayed in school for the student loan checks; it was when i had to take night classes that I started to take school seriously. I went from flunking out to working on college campuses since 2006.
I have a lot other stories that I want to share, but I want to let y'all know that the Coli has held me down thru a lot of shyt. A lot of times, I haven't had too many people to turn to, and to be honest, life has been a rollercoaster thus far. One consistency, along with selling weed that that I learned from Morehouse, was SOHH. This board has served as an oasis, this place has helped me gain objective 3rd party perspectives.
I will share more of my stories, I just feel like I need to tell my story. Thank you for reading
I was born from an affair. My mom was born from a traveling preacher with 4 different families, and she was also the only acknowledged child with a different father in her family. I first remember meeting my real father when I was four; i found out he was my father at the age of six. My stepfather was still gone; he would come through for spells, but he went on to be one of the oldest people to gain their Bachelor's Degree from Morehouse. I would live up there with him during summers and that helped inspire me to get my phd.
I have 13 brothers and sisters. When my god sister was 5, she was raped and contracted aids.she died when she was 13. she was a year older than me. My family is old, so I was born around the same time as some of my nieces and nephews. Most of us have sickle cell trait, and some of us have the disease, but one niece, she was born around the same time as me with the disease. She was molested at a young age.
I was molested by an older woman in my family when I was 7-8. It was my introduction to sex, and it fukked my mind up. I didn't know how to process it at that moment, but it impacted all of my relations from thereon. I compartmentalized that experience and went on to have healthy relationships as a teenager. Or what I thought were healthy relationships.
A year or two after that experience, Playboys started being mailed to my house on accident. Mom, being the good Christian she would throw it in the trash and then go on about her business. I would be in the cut like
I kept em in a hiding place and even sold a few. I remember an embarrassing moment, I got caught printing out Chyna's Playboy pics by a librarian was printing out Sable tooWhen I graduated and went to Morehouse, I only stayed there for a year. It was my first time being away from home and not having to sneak by my mom smelling like reggie and cheap beer. I got caught up with the life. I was in the club every night, and I got introduced to some brehs from University Homes. I started selling weed that October; it was from a dude from Virginia with a S-Curl. I shoulda never trusted him, but he offered me a good price and to front me, and as you can guess the story goes, yea he fukked me over. At that time I had never seen dro or purp before; all I knew was green. So a person could easily pass off some good reggie for loud. But yeah so while at Morehouse two salient lessons i learned was don't trust folks and that money talks. I could have made some key connections to people; Denzel Washingtons son stayed in my dorm for example, but I was not used to the class privilege out there. My mom could only afford to send me 40 dollars a month; that would go up in a week. Thats what led me down the path of hustling.
I left Morehouse in February 05; later that month they had a bust that involved the whole AUC and if I would have stayed I would have been tied up in. I left, went back to Alabama, and started accruing the 150,000 debt I have today from student loans.
When I moved back home, I did what I learned; sell weed and kick knowledge. It is at this point that I should elaborate on my family relations more. I first smoked reefer when I was 12 on a dare. I first got high with my big sister; I continued this tradition with my younger family members since I was the plug and at times I regret it, because I have seen family members lives fukked up from drugs, and I know I was the first one to put em on weed. I thought I was doing them a favor. But I digress.
I moved to Austin for a second and then back home and worked temporary labor during that time. I got humbled because I thought I could make it outside of degrees; I was chasing windmills in many ways. I stayed in school for the student loan checks; it was when i had to take night classes that I started to take school seriously. I went from flunking out to working on college campuses since 2006.
I have a lot other stories that I want to share, but I want to let y'all know that the Coli has held me down thru a lot of shyt. A lot of times, I haven't had too many people to turn to, and to be honest, life has been a rollercoaster thus far. One consistency, along with selling weed that that I learned from Morehouse, was SOHH. This board has served as an oasis, this place has helped me gain objective 3rd party perspectives.
I will share more of my stories, I just feel like I need to tell my story. Thank you for reading
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shyt to go through....
on staying the course and navigating through that 
