A haiku to begin:

Before college, School was a pill! Before college, Going to school was and act of Supreme will!

I saw part of and Oscar nominated Movie that came out sometime ago. About breaking the enigma machine, That the Nazi’s used to code they’re secret messages! It Was actually a British import film. And in it was the guy that played Sherlock Holmes in the 2,000s version. And a bunch of other movies, one of which, he was the villain  In The latest star trek Franchise.

This movie was based on real characters and real events in WWII  HISTORY! It actually took a team to break that enigma machine, with both men and women helping to crack the code.They would go back and forth with flashbacks about the main characters young life, a young boy, In 1 of those oh so English, Stereotypically snooty English boarding schools. And he was ostracized And Picked on, and beat up at times.  He was confiding to a friend that they beat me up because I’m smarter than them! And then the friend replies;  No! They beat you up because you Confuse them, And you stand out. And people don’t like what they don’t understand! And then our young hero replies, Oh well,  mother always said I was an odd duck.

Well people I totally relate to that line or those lines. And I totally, totally,  cop to it. I was never trying to be special but I always got got, because I had another different way of being and thinking aside from my so called peers. and I’m being very diplomatic when I say the term so called peers!
                        BYE FOR NOW, WILL CONTINUE
                                             LATER!!!

From elementary to I guess what you Call Middle school,  for me that’s 4th to 5th grade. I went to school in the 70s and finished high school in the early 80s. And from kindergarten to Junior high school graduation in the 8th grade school was a pain in my ass! I mean I liked the idea of learning But it was a hard slog, and a hard row to hoe, because The majority of the So called  Students that I had to contend with, in my early school years we’re a bunch of, and God forgive me, cause I’m gonna curse, an effin Bunch of savages! Plain and simple A bunch of frigging Junior Philistines As God is my witness if I had a gat or gatlin gun Or freaking Tommy gun I would  have shot all the little bastards, Cause they were some of the most evil bitches, and little Bastard demon seeds, that I ever had to contend with!!!

I mean going to school in that particular era in the South Bronx, not to far from the infamous “Fort Apache”, with the city being burnt out and bankrupt! Not to mention the high crime waves and record high heroin use and deaths, man it was a real jagged  pill to swallow every single day! BUT JUST AS THE SONG SAYS, “THERE IS A ROSE  IN SPANISH HARLEM” . YOU CAN FIND BEAUTIFUL BLUE LOTUS FLOWERS, GROWING IN THE PUDDLES, GUTTERS, AND RAIN DRENCHED ABANDONED LOTS, IF YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND THEM!

YEAH, I WASN’T WHAT YOU WOULD CALL A GHETTO ROSE, BUT I WAS A TOUGH LITTLE  PURPLE  LOTUS, GROWING IN A FLOWER POT OUTSIDE A TENEMENT BLDG WINDOW CILL! GROWING WILD STRONG AND BEAUTIFULLY, SANS THE EGYPTIAN NILE. IN SPITE OF THE NEGATIVE ASPECTS OF MY UPBRINGING, I HAD MY MODEST SHARE OF POSITIVE PEOPLE AND EVENTS  IN MY LIFE ALSO.  THESE PARTS OF MY PAST, BOTH POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE HAVE HAD MAJOR IMPACTS ON  MY LIFE. CLICHE THAT IT IS.

THE J.H.S. I ATTENDED WAS THE LAST DECENT BRONX PUBLIC J.H.S. WHERE YOU COULD GET IF NOT AN EXCELLENT EDUCATION, AT LEAST A FAIRLY  GOOD ONE. YOU STILL HAD ACCESS TO: MUSIC,  ART, ACADEMICS, HOME EC., SHOP, ATHLETICS/GYM, A FREE ADEQUATE LUNCH. AS FAR AS SCHOOL LUNCHES GO ANYWAY.  IT WAS STAFFED AND RUN BY CAUCASIANS PRIMARILY. WITH MAYBE A LITE SPRINKLE OF BLACKS. THIS WAS BEFORE THE ERA OF  HYPOCRITICAL POLITICAL CORRECTNESS. SINCE THE THREE YEARS I ATTENDED THE SCHOOL  WAS IN THE MID SEVENTIES, GOING TOWARDS THE LATE, WE WERE LABELED  BLACK, THEN. THE ETHNIC MAKE-UP OF THE WHITE STAFF WERE IRISH, ITALIAN AND JEWISH. WITH THE LATTER RUNNING THE SHOW.  THE MAJORITY OF THESE WHITE TEACHERS SEEMED TO ME, ON ADULT REFLECTION,(WHEN YOUR A NUM-NUT KID, A LOT’S OVER YOUR HEAD), THEY WERE EX  PATRIOT HIPPIES!  WHO WOULD GO TO THE BRONX ALUM SCHOOLS, TO HELP EDUCATE THOSE POOR: COLORED/NEGRO’S/BLACKS!

CAUSE WHEN THEY WERE YOUNGUN’S  COMING UP,  THEY WERE APPALLED  AT WHAT THEY SAW IN THE PAPERS AND ON  TV! THE GRAPHICS OF THE BRUTAL IMAGERY OF THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT. THE BLOODSHED, GORE AND VIOLENCE! THEY WERE PERHAPS INSPIRED BY THE 3 BIG M’S: MARTIN, MEDGAR AND MALCOLM. OR J.FK. & R.F.K. WOODSTOCK! JIMMY H. OR JANIS J. PEACE, LOVE AND ROCK-N-ROLL! HIPPIES RULE WITH DAISIES AND PEACE SIGNS! BUT NOW MID SEVENTIES, WOODSTOCK IS NOW JUST A DOCUMENTARY FILM, THE VIETNAM  WAR AND EVERYTHING ALONG WITH IT SUCKS.  THE FORMER HIPPIE OPTIMISTS, NOW HAVE JOBS THAT DISCONTENT THEM, OR THEY STRAIGHT UP HATE! AND  TEACHING BLACKS AND PUERTO RICAN STUDENTS IN THE BRONX IS NOT WHAT YOU NOW ASPIRE TO.

Well in my opinion no harm no foul! You guys tried out the big experiment Of peace love and daisies, Instead it became Nixon Nam and no! Reaganomics, recession and repeals! Bush, bull, bureaucracy and blown-up buildings! I get it you gave it a 12 jackass Liberal try. Everybody was disappointed. In your generation the boomers weren’t so booming... Let’s just gather what we have Access to. damn it, Let’s just go to the Wal-Mart already Dammit!
                      Thank you to be continued!
I think I have to explain myself in reference to this written work that I have yet to finish, and probably won’t. Just like sometime in the 90s when Prince wrote the Black Album, And when I say Prince, I’m talking about Prince Rogers Nelson. Then he took it back, and didn’t release it. Put it in his  Vault Because it was too dark and it was bordering on becoming a work, more in tune with Beelzebub. This story I started writing it’s based on true events In my life... I was getting real vicious with it And reminiscing on crap that you can work out here, For all interested readers  to see. But At the same time I didn’t want it to become A pigsty, and wallowing in unresolved Filth And Anger. The basis of the story is people used to pick on me the all the time. And I had this tormenting tubby little stumpy like bastard, sitting in back of me. In my junior high school class. The little troll like creep Could always make me laugh at the most inappropriate moments in class! And since everybody hated me anyway, when he made me do that the teachers didn’t reprimand him, For being the catalyst of my outburst of laughter, They would yell at me For cackling At him!  And I couldn’t help myself. That little ORC BASTARD from an orc pit in the realm of Mordor Hell, knew how to Push my funny bone. I hope he’s in jail Contending with the  Tossed Salad Man! Get it fixed bitch.(If you know what I mean). Now you know that’s not like  Yeshua, Jesus, Emmanuel! As a matter of fact God was looking at me, but he was nowhere near this building when I wrote those words just moments ago. That was my own flesh and resentment coming through. And by the way why the HELL, did they make the black man the poster child for that Tossed Salad Crap?  Weren’t there enough ANCIENT GREEK & ROMAN REFERENCES AROUND? And what about Sodom and Gomorrah? That’s plenty of reference material to choose from without putting a muscle bound black man in jail, on blast, talking about tossing someone’s Salad. I knew right then and there that that was a satanic ploy To again persecute the 1st people GOD ever created on earth and placed in the Garden Of Eden! Now those of you out there who are reading this, and are feeling some kind of way. I just want you to know I’m not some raving, frothing at the mouth, Black Nationalist With a big black Fist, shouting, Power to the Black Man & Woman!!! This is just biblical truth and history, anthropology, biology, Archaeological Truth Written in your own European books, Of so called learning and knowledge!? You got a problem with that take it up with God. I didn’t create anything other than this written work right now! Anyway getting back so what I was originally trying to say Without getting side tracked again.  That creep Sitting behind me in class with yell out and I quote: “I want to feel you”. And the way the little creepy bastard said it Was so damn funny, that he would make, not just me, but the whole damn class laugh and the teachers too! But I would always get blamed and sometime asked to leave the classroom Because my laugh was a little odd And I will get blanked. But not the little freaking  Gollum, that set the whole thing off! I hate that whole Columbine thing Because those spoiled little bastards had A solid middle class upbringing! They had a House with a front and backyard! They had a nice car where they could carpool and go to school everyday, In a nice ride! They had a crew and they had enough money and discretionary income to buy guns. And those guys that participated in that blood bath, That was why God created HELL. So that they could have an eternity to live In that place Forever and to Contemplate The HELL  that they caused their victims. I have no pity for them For their actions. But I do feel sorry for kids that are so tormented that they felt that they had no other options than to take their tormentors out With violence! I loathe and hate Those type of Satanic situations,, but I understand the things that lead up to it and that’s where we all should be vigilant and hear the cries of our young ones ahead of time, before they escalate into something truly evil! Yo if there’s any editing problems in this thing I just wrote Tough nuggie, I’m tired I’m going to bed! Peace out!

Hey! Poeticious prose pals. I am going to boost this part of my story.  Sometime in the near future, I will post the rest of this story, completed. And by the way I feel sorry for anybody that winds up in hell. I’m not going into detail, that’s for another time and place. But I had a real hell experience where I was there for a bit, but God was extremely merciful I was outside the gate of  Hell.

Hell  literally has a gate.  I heard the screaming and the cries of the souls trapped there. I also heard the screaming  of the demons coming out to get me. You could feel everything, the hatred the torment, the suffering and the regret. The hatred of God for letting them go there. Both those poor souls and the demons! no 1 likes to be there including the demons who are fallen angels. They’re just able enough to deal with Hell to do their jobs of tormenting souls. They realize that at judgment day, they’re gonna be laying in the pits of fire, and suffering and burning for eternity with the ones that they tormented! Nothing escapes God’s Judgement....NOTHING & NO-ONE

Now the story of why I was there That’s for another time for the end of the story I’m writing... Peace out people, try not to be in open rebellion against the 1 who loves you!

I am going to attempt to finish the story, be a little less overly  verbose! Well as I left off, that little creep in back of me, tormenting me with his jokes, was the BANE of my existence in J.H.S.! When the little Creep Started to really feel himself, I think It was at the end of 7th grade. And in the 7th grade in junior high school, they start preparing you for High School and for possibly college prep courses, At the High School you choose. Because some of these high schools had nursing programs, key punch, printing. Auto mechanics, secretarial and office skills, machinists training and welding. Et cetera, Et cetera. It was the old system where they were preparing you, if you want it to, work blue collar or white collar jobs straight out of high school. Don’t forget that was the mid 70s Just a little before disco Or before studio 54 anyway. You still could, based on your high school education and especially if you went to a very good high school, Say like the high school of art and design Or Mary or Maury Bergtrum, (The spelling of the names are probably wrong, it was a long time ago. You guys can fact check if you want.) The latter school being really good if you wanted to become a Nurse right out of high school, at least for an LPN Nurse.

So the last half of 7th grade semester to all of 8th grade was critical. right then and there, you were preparing for your whole future. And those old hippies, or ex– patriot hippies, were not playing around.  No funny business! No Richard Pryor routines!

My Mama liked Kenny rogers and his brand of music and lyrics. And sometimes she would quote him Saying: “You got to know when to fold them” Unquote. I’m putting all my cards on the table and folding, In regards to this little saga. I am ending this part of the story, maybe in the future I’ll put other parts of the story out because there’s so many parts of it. Because this dude was a cut up Comedian. Although he was also a creep. But I gotta give it to him from someone residing near the south Bronx, he was funnier Than a lot of people I have heard professionally. That’s real talk.

Graduated junior high school, Trying to forget, And move on! For now you have to deal with High School, oh boy, and the clicks and crap Waiting for you there,. A good deal of years later, Not gonna mention how many don’t feel like dating myself today, Ran into him on the Bronx bound 4 train. We were both startled Out of our wits to see each other, We both didn’t know how to react to the shock! But he quickly recovered, He looked at me as if he  he was frightened like a rabbit. Kind of nodded his head a little in  acknowledgment, than hurried Into the next car of the train! For me and my part I was a bit amused and bemused.

AND THAT’S THE END OF THAT PARTICULAR CHAPTER, THANKS FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION! GOD BLESS YOU!