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Date Posted: 07:42:38 05/16/03 Fri
hey yall i know i havent ever posted a full story or finish one that i started but i plan on doing so with this story. It may take me sometime to post all of it becuase i dont have alot of time to type it but i promise i will finish it. iight let me know what yall think of chapter 1.
How the hell did I allow this shit to happen? How in da hell did I end up where I am….like this? I thought I was so smart and I could out think everyone and control every thing but shit…I guess I was dead wrong because never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have to go through all that I did and or end up like this.
I had a good childhood. I lived in Browns Housing off of Ash Burton Ave. in Yonkers New York. I lived with my mom and my older sister Maya (mya). That’s when my life was so simple and easy. My mom was the best mom in the world to me. She always had time for me and my sister and gave us everything that we wanted. For little kids we were always dressed to impressed. Everything we rocked was designer down to our socks, underwear, and even the damn berets in our hair. My Mom was a high maintenance woman and only had her children wearing and having the best that life could offer. She’d get our things paid for by her boyfriend(s). She wasn’t a hoe or anything; she just had it like that. One thing my mom wouldn’t do was bring any of them around us unless it was serious. Imagine she had a man paying our rent but they were never allow to come in our apartment .Either she had the magic click, they were really blinded by her beauty, or they were just hella dumb.
There was this one guy who she got serious with named Rick and she brought him around a lot. It was as if he was living there with us up until he was murder right in front of our building. Turns out he was a drug dealer. I wasn’t surprised because I knew moma only messed with drug dealers or people in the music industry because she said they were the only ones that could afford us. Yea she was sad at first when he died but she bounced back like a true pimp and found herself another man to take his lace. This one was named Ce or CeCe. He was a big time drug dealer on the come-up and moma got even more serious with him. I couldn’t blame her because CeCe was fine looking Puerto Rican. He was about 6’1 with hazel brown eyes; with a light complexed soft skin tone and a low hair cut that he had naturally wavy. He reminded me of the rapper Cuban Links. Moma and CeCe soon got married. She loved him and he lover her and us (mya and I ). He treated us like is own and vise versa. You couldn’t tell me poppie (what I called him) wasn’t my father because to me he was the only father I’ve ever known. I became his little angle because in his eye I could do no wrong. He said it was because I was too young and native and that I didn’t understand how things work enough to change it or mess it up some how. Yea he was a drug dealer, but he was madd smart. That’s probably why he was becoming such a big time dealer so fast. Everyone knew his name and was too scared to fuck with him or anything/one he loved because unlike me at the time, he understood everything down to a T so he knew how to change or mess things up.
Maya even got close to him and that surprised me. She never got close to any of my momas “friends”. Maybe because CeCe was different. He was young and youthful he understood her and her wild teenage behavior. Also he had connections to all and every music event and Maya would get free tickets/ backstage passes for her and her friends to all the of the hottest music events. This made a lot of girls envy her but she always told me not to sweat it because no matter what you do there always going to be jealous bitches hatein and to watch my back because the grimiest one of them all will be the one closes to you.
Both Maya and CeCe schooled me so by the time I was 14 I was street smart to the fullest. Couldn’t anybody tell me anything that I didn’t already know. Ce said I was becoming too smart for my own good, I didn’t understand what he meant then but I would soon figure it out.
On September 21st moma gave birth to my little sister Monique Marie Santana. She was the cutest baby I’ve ever seen. She was mix with black, Indian, and Puerto Rican like mya and I. she had black curly hair with almond shaped eyes that were the prettiest shade of brown. I was so happy to have a little sister that I could take care of and school like Maya did me. I thought everything in life was so simple and easy then. Everything I wanted I ask moma or poppie for and I got it. Everyone in my school was envious of me and just like Maya said they would all front like they like me but would talk about me the second I turned my back. And the boldest bitch that would say shit to my face would get there shit rocked by me or Maya. Besides Maya having my back I had madd cousins who weren’t afraid to catch a case fighting for us.
Soon after Moni (Monique) was born poppie began to become more powerful in the drug world and was now running is own block in Harlem. So we moved from our apartment on Ash Burton Ave in Yonkers to a brownstone on 125th in Harlem. Poppie hooked the house up with security cameras, hidden hiding places were he kept his safe, and 2 hidden doors that led to the backyard and basement. We had 2big sized bedroom and 2 master sweets that poppie turned 1 into his den where we were not allowed to go into. He had a sound proof door so whatever was said in there stayed. The house had a total of 3 bathrooms, 1 in moma and poppie room, 1 in-between Maya and my room that connected our rooms, and 1 in poppies den. Our kitchen was very modern with stainless steal appliances; marble table/counter tops a peach kind of colored design tile on the floor, wood cabinets with stained glass& wood doors, and an island in the middle of our big kitchen. //our living room was a normal size and it was sunken in. Poppie let mama go wild spending thousands of dollars on designing that one room that we were never allowed to go into. It looked like it was striate out of the “Lifestyle of the rich and famous” magazine. Yeah everything was great. I had a moma and poppie who loved me, had madd heads who had my back, and a poppie who was well respected on the streets. And as street smart as I was, I was still stupid because I remember thinking things would be like that forever. But little did I know.
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