A Taste of Honey by J. Hall (best historical biographies .txt) 📕

It's 2:35 in the morning and I'm struggling to get back to sleep. My palms are sweaty; my t-shirt is stained and soaked from another bad dream. Outside it's raining cats and dogs. The crackling sound of thunder takes me back to the dreadful night I almost lost my life. It's been two years and running and I'm still having nightmares about that horrific night. I tremble as the flashes of lightning peer through my bedroom window. It is a grim reminder of the two shots I took in the head. For some reason, I always reach out and put my hand on GiGi, to reassure myself that indeed, it was just another bad dream. I often wonder why she chose to stay with me. I met GiGi a few months before my wife Angie and my son James were murdered.......


Angie was preparing to take a shower when the doorbell rang. .Who in the devil could that be?. she wondered. James get the door and if that's one of Julius Jr. friends tell them he's gone for the weekend.. When Angie didn't hear anyone come in she called out, "James who's at the door?". She waited for a replay but James didn.t give one. Wearing nothing but a robe and a towel wrapped around her head, she went to see what was going on. When she got downstairs the door was closed and James was nowhere in sight. Immediately she began to worry. She went to check and see if he was at the back door. Soon as she walked in the kitchen she was overwhelmed. A masked man was standing directly across from her, while another masked man was holding a gun to James head. "If you don't want ya son to die you better tell us where the money and drugs are," the masked man holding James said.


It was about 2:30 in the morning when I returned home. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what I was about to encounter. I usually entered the house through my front door but something told me to go around back.

When I opened the door, there laid my son's lifeless body with a plastic bag over his head. He had been suffocated. A few feet away laid Angie hogtied, her private parts exposed and her head was half blown off.

I felt like my whole world had ended. Suddenly the nuances of the underworld didn't seem so important. I fell to my knees crying out to God. When Jasmine heard me crying she came running, .Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,. she shouted as she jumped into my arms. I quickly took her in the livingroom. I didn't want her to see her mother and brother in that condition.

Text: Triple R Publications
Publication Date: 02-01-2012

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