Episode 2.
Who are you That's the most common question people ask me... Let me take a little time and tell you where I came from and you can come to your own conclusions who I am to you. I am a natural African who came to the united states at the age of 4. My parents are Nigerians from Imo and Edo respectively, my dad was a low life who smuggled his way to United state at a very young age for greener pastures, he worked as a cemetery attendant for almost a decade before he met my mom. She was also a street hustler who got paid by rendering services to rich men occasionally. Don't bother asking me what service Becus that's all I can say. They met on new years day, on a street party for the celebration of the new season. My dad was there to sell drugs for a local dealer who was also African using the crowd as a cover from cops. Oh! I'm sorry I didn't tell you my dad was also a drug dealer on the side when he wasn't attending to the dead. Anyway, one thing led to another and they ended up in bed.. Was it love Or she just working and made a mistake getting pregnant? I can't tell... I can only tell you this, by the time the clock hit 12am I already hit the egg and became a part of her. When she found out she was pregnant, she stopped working, packed her things to his house and made the worst decision of her life.. My father turned my mum into a junky, fed her with drugs until she couldn't live without it... Few months later, still pregnant with me she was deported and denied me citizenship. My dumb father however stayed back in US and continued making a fool of himself until I was 4 yrs old. The first time he took a bat to me was when I was 5, he told me to stay on the porch all night so he can have sex with a hooker and I made the mistake of saying no... I woke up three weeks after in a hospital with four broken ribs, 16 stitches and a swollen left eye. Thts the kind of father I had.. He wasn't just an addict he was a also a bully and a coward....

Maybe that's the reason I didn't feel a thing when I put a bullet in his skull 12 years later... Yeah, yeah, you may call me a monster but it was either him or me but that's a story for another day.....

My Life of Crime... Episode one

The first day wasn't the worst like most people will expect. Don't get me wrong it was strange being in a new environment with uniforms and men shouting orders at you like a horse in a race. But somehow I found peace amidst the chaos and a weird sense of belonging here. I looked around and saw the walls surrounding us like Roman shields and felt protected when others will feel caged. I smiled, beat my fist on my chest mentally and walked into my cell like a king. My name is Norman Church and I am the newest member of United States prison and this is my story.

Yeah, I know you are wondering why I am so happy to be locked up and curious to know what I did... A part of you wish I was there with you, so u can hit me with questions like a reporter and interrogate me like a detective but u have ti wait a little longer ‘cause to get to the end you have to know the details in between. One thing I can tell for certain is this, if you stick with me till the end I bet you will be happy to be here too.

My cell mate was a half cooked Asian whose English sounded like something from Jackie Chan movie, I call him half cooked because he was a mix breed... His mother was an Asian LovePeddler who had one too many drinks and ended up in bed with a degenerated gambler. At the time she was working for Pablo Carmelo, who was the king of 88th street back in the day. Pablo wasn't so happy Johnny got his finest Asian girl pregnant so he took him to the pier, chopped off his dick and made him suck it till he choked from it. The cause of death was inconclusive, the Medical Examiner couldnt tell if it was the loss of blood that killed him or lack of oxygen. So Xing was left to raise Frost alone as a single mom, whose main income came from sucking dicks, little wonder he ended in prison for possession of illegal drugs and assault of a police officer.

The minute I heard the click from the machines indicating the door was locked, Frost walked up to me, shook my hands and said “welcome to your home, I have a strong feeling you and I will do great things" and that's how the friendship began...

Now is time to take you back to my days before I found this safe haven....