An American Mosaic
My mother said I wasn't born, but hatched at 8:45 in the evening of a most stressful day. Not for me, but her. When the ordeal was over she left the delivery room and pummeled my father. I grew up in a small town in New Jersey. It was an experience I cherish. Everyone knew everyone and the entire population became every kid's parents. The general attitude was, smart kids should be praised and the others applauded – with one hand. I think I got more standing ovations than any kid in town. As a child I got beaten so much I thought I was a drum. To make a living I became a legal drug pusher and have pursued that line of work for more years than I like to remember. To give a hint, I used a hammer and chisel to take notes. I led an uneventful life of poverty. Time was, I used to think of myself as poor, but society said I wasn't poor at all. I was needy. Then society said it is self-defeating to think of myself as needy. I was deprived. Then they told me I'm underprivileged. Later I became disadvantaged. Well, I still don't have a dime, but I possess one hell of a great vocabulary. That's why I turned to writing. I am referred to as the Grandfather Moses of the written word because my prose is so primitive, but the stories I tell are fictionalized incidents taken from the lives of real people. They run the gamut from laughing out loud funny to tear jerkingly sad, and making all the stops between. Suspend your need for reality and pop inside to sample a few of the tales of people in real-life situations. See what everyday heroes and heroines do when they are faced with their personal realities.
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