These days, I feel blessed, though. I thank God for His blessings. I am writing and publishing my urban erotica works via a little-known yet fast-grow...ing international publisher. I’m in a relationship with a smart, beautiful young Black woman who accepts me for who I am. Life is okay, I guess. It’s not easy being me, folks. If I seem mad at the world a lot, it’s because I’ve felt betrayed by those closest to me. My father, my mother, my sister, my uncles and aunts, all have dished out some. .. awful. I just had to... drag him out and leave him there, on the street." It's pretty bad," I said. "Whatever it was, it happened at night. That was probably a good thing. Most people were in their houses, sleeping. Do you know -- what it was? What happened?" No." Were you somewhere -- protected? Were you underground, or something?... I was in a mine, deep underground." I was in bed. At home. With my husband. I woke up the next morning, and found him there -- dead. It was a shock! He was. “Andy, repeat after me,” I said.“I Andy Reddick do solemnly swear,”“That I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic.”“That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion.”“That I will and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter; so help me God.”My people in the room added the whistles and applause.“May I be. The tiny white apron tied about her waist looked out of place. "Good morning, sir. How are you today?"Errol smiled because she seemed to really mean it. "I'm well, thanks. Is something special going on, or are you always this busy?" You're new here, I see. Yeah, it's two weeks of county fair and rodeo, so it'll be like this for a few more days. What can I get for ya today?" How about a short stack, two over easy with sausage and coffee, black please." Got it. Give us about ten or fifteen.