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The Crazy Old White Man was the street name given to the author when he lived in the hood. It is about his life and how he became The Crazy Old White Man and those who were a part of his life during that time. You will get a look at the drug culture and the streets of Detroit. You will meet addicts and people of the streets. The author pulls no punches and is honest and straightforward about the events in his life. There are some success stories and some failures. There are some laughs and some tears. It is real life, and it shows that the people of the streets are normal people who may have made a wrong turn in life. They are lost souls who need to find themselves.
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The Crazy Old White Man from the Hood
Where's Mama
This was the 3rd time I lived with Brenda.
It was 3am and Cookie came in my room and asked, "Where's mama?"
I said, "She went to Linda's, honey."
"I can't sleep Daddy, will you go get her?"
Cookie adopted me, she was a year and a half, when I started seeing her mama. She was very insistent that I was her dad. If anyone said different she would fight. At this time she was 5.
I woke of Bay Bay, her 19 year old brother, to watch over her until I brought their mother home.
His father denied fatherhood and his step father was a crack addict. I was his first father figure. He said, "It about time, Dad. Be tough with her."
I went to the nearby projects. Since I was a big man (6' 1" tall, 275 lbs) and I looked like I had no fear people would not mess with me. I would say, "Hi, how are you?" to anyone I would see. I went to Linda's house and knocked on the door. Linda let me in and said Brenda was in the kitchen playing cards.
As I went through the living room there were a few people smoking crack and playing cards.
Brenda was coming off her high and I said, "Come on baby it's time to go. Cookie's can't sleep and needs you."
After some arguing a guy came out of the living room and asked her if everything was all right. I looked at him with a look that could kill. I said, "Unless you want your ass kicked, I would recommend that you keep your mouth shut and get your ass out of here."
He went back into the living room and another guy asked him if there was a problem. He said, "Leave that crazy old white man alone. I think he is packing." I wasn't but they were.
I said to Brenda, "I am going out to the car. If you don't get your ass out there in 10 minutes I am going home and get my things and leave your butt. This time I am not coming back and there is no way in hell you can pay the rent." She was out in 5 minutes.
I took her home and said, "The next time you are out smoking crack I am out of here." I kept that promise. I moved out the next week.
Excerpt
I was unhappily married to my first wife and looking for an out. I had just started my own CPA practice and my first client was a topless bar. The owner, Jack, made Homer Simpson look like a winner. He was lucky once. A bomb was planted in his car and his bartender went out to start it. Luckily the bartender didn't close the door when he started it. A bomb went off and he lost his legs. The open door saved his life.
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