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Where Do Bad People Come From?
Where Do Bad People Come From?
Where Do Bad People Come From?
2009
Preface
There is a question that is as old as man. That question is simply this: Is
man inherently good or is he inherently bad? And why?
Look at me, The Burning City, I exist only because I am; I am the anger
that lies awake while men with compassionate hearts sleep, I toy with the
minds of those who demand justice and cry for freedom!
Look at me, The Burning City, I am the infant who cries out at night for
milk, I am the mother who cannot fulfill its needs; I am the drunken
husband who has lost his way home, I am the angry son who created the
flame.
Look at me, The Burning City, I am the homeless man who pushes a
shopping cart and sleeps in the sewers; The very bowels of the inner city,
I am he who sits on death row for one of the few crimes I truly did not
commit.
Look at me, The Burning City, I am the jobless man with five kids to
feed and nowhere to turn, I am the preacher whose work is never done,
and yes, I too am the kid standing on the corner waving a gun.
Look at me, I am The Burning City, I am the dope fiend who dies alone,
the one who in the final moments of life begs his heavenly Father to
remember him.
Donnie Williams
626-676-7154
4129 E Indian School Rd suit 326
Phx, Az 85018
Acknowledgements
Thanks for the Memories
R.I.P
And last, but not least – Dewayne Rice, the who said, “Always
reach higher- live you dream.”
May all of these souls, now passed on, truly “Rest In Peace”
Once again, Thanks for the Memories”
Thanks To
Special Thanks To
Earl Shamberger
Arthur Jean Shamberger
Ronnie Jackson
Big Ivan
Moddy
Corey (Nephew)
Charles (Nephew)
Rick Lacey
The Mantel family: Mark, Wallace, Robert Jr. & Sr., Sandra
and all of the Geary and the Pope family.
Ann, my sister, who have always been there, not only for me,
but for my children as well. I LOVE YOU ‘SIS’.
Thank you, Aunt Lois. You always greet me with a smile and
for being so strong. I love you so much, Aunt Lois.
Darcel, you are and have always been a true friend; always
there. I am ever so thankful.
Thank you, Mr. Poole for your diligent work on this book.
Thanks to Tyrone and the whole Williams Clan – It’s all about
family.
Carmen wiped the sleep out of her big brown eyes and
said, “I hear you, you don’t have to yell, and stop pushing
me.” In no time, what little bags we had, were packed.
My mother rushed us to a waiting cab. As I think back,
the cab ride was so long, Carmen and I fell asleep at least
twice.
You could tell the room wasn’t used much. The couches
were pure white, with plastic covers over them. The
carpet was nice and fluffy, not beaten down from people
walking on it. The coffee table looked to be Chinese. I
would find out later that the table was actually Korean.
I was very impressed by the whole scene, how everything
was so neat and clean. I’d only seen room like this in
magazines. My mother wasn’t a very good housekeeper,
although, it wasn’t totally her fault. We moved so much,
and to boot Carmen and I didn’t help any.
My father would let out a deep breath and say, “Mama it’s
been long enough. He’s till angry with me for what
happened in college. So what I chose to stay, when he
thought it was best that I run home. I don’t understand
daddy’s reasoning mama. He wanted me home. Okay, I
understand he wanted me here long ago, but I’m here now
with a good job and a college degree, and a new wife he
has never met. By the way, I don’t believe for one minute
he was too sick to attend our wedding. Mama, what does
dad want from me? I’m his only child. He has no other
options.”
My grandmother would say, “Don’t upset yourself son.
Your day will come around. Trust me he will.”
In time Paw Paw did come around to my father’s house.
They began going fishing. When my father wasn’t
working, however, they would have their ups and down.
Paw Paw for the most part thought my father did well.
Although, he also thought my father was too open-
minded. He called him a bleeding heart. Hell, come to
think of it, my grandfather thought Dr. Martin Luther
King was a troublemaker, and that many blacks would die
because of him. Paw Paw would tell my father that all the
marching in the world wouldn’t change the white man.
Paw Paw would say, “The white man is the most wicked
mammal to rise out of the water and walk. The white man
will kill his parents for money. He will have sex with his
own flesh and blood. The white man can smile in your
face and kill you in a heartbeat. Hell, when they landed
on Plymouth Rock, they were all sick and dying. The
Indians could have stepped on their heads and killed the
lot of them, but they didn’t. Instead, they taught them how
to fish, hunt and grow their own food. When the white
man got well and strong, the first ones they killed were
the Indians. That’s what you’re dealing with when you
deal with the white man son.”
I was what came forth from two lost people. I have spent
hours upon hours in counseling trying to understand why
my mother’s parents never seemed to accept me. After
all, I am their grandson. All my life, they’ve looked at me
as if I was invisible, only seeing Carmen. For all my
mother’s parents never gave me, my father’s parents gave
a hundred fold. They loved Carman and me without
question. I must admit I’ve often questioned Paw Paw’s
love for me.
When I last saw Paw Paw a few months ago, I got up the
nerve to ask if he still saw ghost. He just sat in his chair
and said “Wesley, you are not a little boy anymore.
You’re a grown man. I thought by now you’d understand
everyone has a ghost they’re hiding from. Perhaps yours
have not been revealed to you yet. But trust me Wesley,
they’re there.”
I told Paw Paw that I didn’t believe in monsters or ghosts,
but in truth, I am not so sure they don’t exist. Ghosts and
monsters still are a big topic of discussion at my
counseling sessions. By the way, before I go any further
in my story, I’d like to give thanks to Dr. Franklin who
has helped me deal with many issues. I know that it is
customary to give thanks at the end or beginning of a
story, but in this case, I believe it’s appropriate to do it
now. Dr. Franklin is part of this story, however for certain
reasons, mostly his own wishes, he asked not to be
mentioned.
Paw Paw said that all men have ghosts. I guess in part I
do believe him. I often wondered what has become of my
father. In 1977, my father, Jonathan Whitemore was
released from prison. I had been living with my
grandparents for five years at that time. My father
knocked at my grandparent’s front door. Paw Paw opened
it and saw who it was, turned and yelled to Grandma
Wilma, “Your son is here” as he walked away from my
father.
Grandma Wilma came running to the front door as if the
house was on fire, all the while, screaming, “Thank the
Lord, my baby’s home!”
She greeted my father with a big hug and kiss, and said, “I
have prayed for you every night.”
I remember my father standing in the doorway crying. It
shocked me. I’d never seen a man cry. Once I saw Paw
Paw make a man beg, but never had I seen a man cry. I
stood in the hallway watching both my father and
grandma cry, and for some reason, I began to cry too.
My Grandma grabbed my father by the hand and walked
him in the house. That is when I heard him say, “Where’s
my son? Where’s Wesley.”
Also, the fact that Paw Paw came back from Germany a
war hero and Mr. Collins felt the bosses at the cornfield
plant gave Papaw a job he should’ve been given. In time,
I would find that there were many who felt as Mr. Collins
did about PawPaw. In fact, now that I think about Paw
Paw, he didn’t really have any real friends. Most people
were around him because they needed him or feared him.
For one reason or another, people needed money.
Story has it that once he went to kill a nine year old kid, a
brother of one of his enemies. The guy he was with said,
“Wait a minute, I didn’t know this was a kid.”
It is said that Lucky Don turned on this man and said, “If
you care about this kid so much, then you carry him
through the gates of hell.”
He blew both their heads off. No one ever questioned
Lucky Don after that day.
Chapter 3
Three days later I was arrested and booked for the murder
of Joe Harris. I was lucky to have Don bail me out of jail.
Don also made sure no one from the party came to court
to testify against me. The D.A. decided to drop all
charges. I felt like I was in the hole to Lucky Don, you
know, like I really owed him something big. He told me
not to worry about owing him a favor, so I figured what
the hell, with what I had just been through how much
worst could it ever get. Besides I was out of jail and no
longer facing life in prison, now that had to be worth
something.
The stories about me acting like the big man around town
got back to Lucky Don. He came for me at Carolyn’s
house. Carolyn rented a room from Mr. Mansfield. Mr.
Mansfield kept a conservative house. You could have
company come by but he did not allow any sort of
trouble, or people who bought trouble around his house.
He almost shit on himself when he opened the door and
saw Lucky Don standing there in his from door. In fact
after that day Mr. Mansfield had Carolyn move. I guess it
was bound to happen. I mean she couldn’t keep me
hidden in her room forever.
Both Chuck and Sam were sure that Lucky Don was
going to kill Ricky Scott, as he owed him money. They
drove to Ricky’s house. Lucky Don got out of the car
walked up to Ricky’s door and knocked. To everyone
surprise Ricky opened the door. Lucky Don said a few
words and turned and headed back towards the car. When
Don reached the car he stuck his head in the window and
said, “Let’s all go inside.”
He told Chuck to get the wheelchair out of the trunk and
bring it in the house. I walked in the house and the whole
place was dark. Don said, “Damn Ricky you got Dracula
staying with you? Pull back a shade or something. Let’s
have a little light in here”.
Ricky pulled a shade and at the same moment Don drew a
45 pistol and told Chuck to keep his hands on the
wheelchair. He put the gun to Chuck’s head. Chuck
stood there not saying a word he knew this day would be
coming. Sam stood there in shock as well. In all the
turmoil Ricky had pulled a gun on him. Don looked back
at Sam and explained this isn’t about you. I just don’t
want you to get emotional about good ole Chuck.
I never forgot Lucky was the boss. Hell I didn’t care who
was in charge. I was young and had two cars, my own
apartment and kept a fist full of money. In my eye’s I was
living large and things could only get better, and things
did get better for a while.
After Carolyn and I had been apart for six months she
sent word through Grandma Wilma for me to come to her
parents house. When I made it to her parent’s house I saw
Carolyn and William playing in the front yard. I opened
the gate and ran and picked up little William and threw
him high in the air. I had not seen him for a month or so,
and he was a sight for sore eyes. I look at my son that day
much the same way I look at him today. I thought to
myself where had all the time gone? He was two and a
half years old and I felt as if I barely knew him. Today
my son and I have what I think is a very good relationship
but I’m still learning who he is.
Then Lucky shut his own dope house down for a month,
he wanted things to cool down. Lucky also wanted the
dope fiends to suffer a little. Lucky said a drought on the
Westside would be good for business on the Eastside. He
was right, we began selling dope out of the bar hand over
foot. Lucky Don knew how to make money. He sold
everything, cocaine, weed, heroin, speed, upper, and
downers. Name the drug: Lucky, he had the drug. One
would think that Lucky was a rich man, the truth is, he
stayed in debt most of his gangster life.
Its funny how our lives go, I mean one minute you’re
living a childhood dream and the next minute you’re
murdering someone over a childhood sweetheart. I
question nothing, I’m just happy to be alive. That is more
than I can say for Lucky Don and many other faceless,
nameless people who’ve cross my path in this journey we
call life. I remember the day I got the news about Lucky
Don’s death.
Chapter 4
I’d just waken up from an all night party. I’d sent Mark,
one of my flesh dummies for coffee and donuts. When he
returned he was in a panic, he said there was a bunch of
They didn’t say a word they just walked in. All eyes were
on them. One of the men had the top part of his left ear
sheared off. The lobe supported a one-carat diamond
stud. He was a tall dark skin man who looked to be forty
something. His voice was low and scratchy. This was
Carlos the man everyone was waiting on. He looked at all
the men standing in the room and said, “ My name is
Carlos. I don’t know any of you except for Sam. But if
you are apart of Lucky Don’s family then all of you are
my family as well. May God bless Lucky Don’s soul, He
was a good man, but Lucky Don is no longer with us and
there is still much work to be done. Someone will have to
fill his shoes. Whoever the new boss is he must know that
Lucky Don owed my people and me eleven million
dollars and that debt has to be paid in full and on time.
Now, as I said, I don’t know anyone in this room other
than Samuel. I stand in judgment of no one. But know
this; Sam is as good a boss as anyone. Know this; I was
not sent here to pick a boss. The vote will be up to you for
a new boss. I was sent here to see who is going to pay the
eleven million dollars. We don’t care who pays as long as
it’s paid.”
When the Columbians left Sam said’ “I’m the boss now,
but nothing will change, the same deal you had with
Lucky Don you have with me. I expect to be paid on time
and in full, cause I’m sure you heard that’s the way the
Columbians want to be paid”. He then looked at everyone
and said, “It’s night and police cars are everywhere so be
careful when you leave town, I’ll be in touch with each of
you soon.”
Chapter 6
I headed for Don’s bar cabinet, and made us two rum and
cokes. I remember as I handed Sam his drink, he looked
at me and shook his head, he told me to have a seat, I sat
down, Sam began pacing the floor back and forth. Pacing
the floor was a habit he’d picked up while he was in
prison. Often I’d seen Lucky Don pace the floor in the
same way. I guess it was a jail thing. I sat there sipping
on my rum and coke. Wondering what was about to
happen, Sam paced the floor for about ten minutes
without saying a word, then he stopped and turned to me
and said, “Wesly I want you to know that Lucky Don did
send Big Jake to kill you.”
When I heard that I almost dropped my drink on the floor.
I became nervous, I started to shake I couldn’t hold my
hand steady, I’m sure I spilled more than half my drink on
the floor. I began to sweat. Sam saw that I was spooked
by what he’d just said. He said, “don’t worry Wesly I’m
not going to let Big Jake kill you, I’ll be giving him a call
in the morning if he is still alive. I mean who knows;
maybe one of your boys will get to him before morning.
At any rate I don’t want you to worry about Big Jake.”
Just as Sam said that he noticed I’d spilled most my drink
he asked if I’d like another drink? I said “Yes, but this
time I’ll take it straight, no chaser”.
Samuel finished his drink and headed for the bar to make
another rum and coke. He never stopped pacing, I could
tell Sam was very uptight, as he paced he said to me
Wesly Lucky Don was an evil man, I believe he could’ve
been the devil himself. Sam told me that once Lucky Don
had taken him to collect money from two brothers who
worked for him, the Carter brothers.
Louis sat still in the chair with tears rolling down his face.
Lucky Don said with a smirk on his face”Oh I see you
miss your family already. They’re dead because you
can’t handle your business! Any man puts his family in
harms way doesn’t deserve to live.” As Lucky Don said
that he walked back over to Doreen’s dead body, took the
knife he was holding and cut the baby out of her stomach
then took the umbilical cord and strangled Louis to death
with it.
I have not thought about that day more than five or six
times since it happened. I still remember the way Big
Jake Brown’s head exploded as he was hit by the bone
shattering mini fourteen round. Jake’s head exploded like
fireworks on the Fourth of July. I jumped back into
PawPaw Ford and headed back to Lucky Don’s.
I could not tell him where I was going. The truth is, I was
going nowhere fast. Man, if I could only turn back time.
I have never been one to fantasize but sometimes I wish
I’d never been born in this time frame. As I am sure I
would have been a prince in another place and time. The
week at my grandparents house past so quickly. I got the
phone call from Samuel he said that it was time, the
Columbians were in town and that I was to meet them in
front of Lucky Don’s bar in four hours.
Chapter 7
Often I’d look out my window and see people walking by,
I’d yell out at the top of my lungs for someone to come
and explain to me what the fuck was going on. No one
even looked my way as I yelled. It was if I was yelling
from a sound proof room. After a few months of this
treatment, I began to feel like I was losing my mind. Hell
I even began to have conversations with myself. I made
up names for everyone I saw on a daily basis. Like for
instance the guy who brought my food. I named him
Charles. Everyday I would ask him about his two
imaginary kids. I named his son Ricky and his daughter
Kathy. I would ask him how they were doing in school?
Then I would pretend as if (Charles) had answered me. I
would say, “Oh yeah? All A’s and B’s? That’s damn
good!” I didn’t know the guard’s real name. He would just
look at me and shake his head. He must of thought I was
going crazy. Little did he know that my game of make
believe I played kept me from losing my mind.
“Wesly when the time comes for you be sure and make
the right choice cause you only get one chance.” With
that Samuel Woods walked out of that hospital room.
Often I’ve thought of him, but I’ve not seen him since that
day. It’s as if he fell off the face of the earth. The Fed’s
can do that, they can hide you in a big city right in plain
sight or they can put on an Island all-alone which ever is
fitting.
Chapter 8
When I got off that plane 25 years ago I had nothing and I
felt I was less than nothing. Today I can look out of any
window in my home and see five acres of land in any
direction. Before I jump too far ahead, let me take you to
the day I went to see Agent Don Harper.
I on the other hand, felt like I was drowning and the only
people who could see me didn’t know how to swim. I
could not stop thinking about how easy it was for me to
be willing to be a snitch for the Feds. I talked myself into
believing that I had become a snitch for the Fed’s for the
benefit of my son William, and Grandma Wilma. I’d
always put them up front whenever I’d gotten myself into
a jam. All of a sudden I really missed them. When in
reality it was I who had not called them in months. The
real truth is, it’s just like Sam said, “When push comes to
shove, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do”. The
funny part is that my skin wasn’t so tuff after all. They
didn’t have to do much and here I was on my way to set
somebody up. I figured who ever I was going to set up I
didn’t know, or at least it was not a friend. I figured I’d
do this cat whoever he was and move on with my life and
try and put it behind me. I know to this day that there are
some things one can never put behind them. Memories
haunt me everywhere I go. I see and hear echoes from my
past.
“It is said that 25% of all drugs sold in upstate New York
come from his clan. He is the leader of the Rooster Street
Clan. They are an army of over one hundred. Most of
them are murderers and ex-cons”.
At that he told the driver to pull into the next Shell gas
station. The driver drove for another two blocks and
pulled into a Shell station. Harper picked up his cell
phone and dialed a number and spoke into the phone,
“The goat has arrived”. Harper looked at me and
suggested I get a change of clothes before I go to New
York. Just then a yellow cab pulled in the parking lot.
Harper looked at me and said, “Your ride is here”. Harper
turned his cell phone off and extended his hand out to
shake my hand. As we shook hands Harper said, “Good
luck you’re going to need it.” I said, “Thanks” and
jumped out of the car.
I walked over to the yellow cab and opened the back door
and got into the cab. Upon entering the cab I saw a light
skinned man who looked to be a mix of white and black.
He wore small brown-rimed glasses and wore a white suit
that looked very similar to the one I wore. He had on a
diamond pinkie ring so brilliant that it captured every ray
of the sun. On his left wrist sat a paved out Rolex watch
that looked to cost a small fortune. This cat was dressed
like a movie star. I mean he had on alligator shoes so
fresh I’m sure I saw swamp water dripping off of them.
Chapter 9
It’s funny how things go, I saw Nicky Moore once for five
minutes and I can tell you without a doubt in my mind
that he was the monster Agent Harper painted him to be.
I saw it in his eyes. Lucky Don had those same eyes. The
eyes that spot fear a mile away. The eyes that pierce right
through you; Nicky Moore had the piercing dark eyes of a
monster.
At the top of the stairs was a big brass lion just before the
front door. Walter X stopped at the front door and took a
key out of his pocket and opened the door. The moment
he walked inside he began yelling for Nicky. Moments
later I heard a man’s voice answer back. “Is that you
Walter?” Walter replied, “Yes it’s me, get dressed I’ve got
my nephew with me”. Nicky walked out of a back room,
he walked over to Walter X and hugged him in a way that
made me realize these two were lovers. All I could think
about is what this sick motherfucker had done to me
earlier. As I watched them hug I took a good look at
Nicky.
It was indeed the man in the picture that agent Harper had
shown me. Some how Nicky Moore didn’t look like
someone with the nickname “Murder One” standing there
hugging and looking into Walter X’s eyes. It was only
when he turned and looked at me to introduce himself that
I knew for sure this man was a killer. Faggot or not he
had those eyes. He walked towards me and said, “So you
are Walter’s nephew?” I shook my head yes and extended
my hand out to shake his hand and at that moment out of
nowhere I heard three small bangs. Nicky’s eyes rolled
back in his head and he hit the floor.
Walter X had shot Nicky in the back of the head and neck.
I saw Walter X standing there with a gun in his hand. I
just knew he was going to shoot me next but he didn’t.
He walked over to the phone dialed a number and said
two words, “ its done”. Walter X listened on the phone
for another two minutes then hung it up. He turned to me
and said, “They already know you killed Nicky”. I shook
my head no, and said “no, I’m not going down for this,
you killed Nicky I didn’t”. When I said that Walter
rushed over to me and put the gun to my head said, “I’m
the fucking police I don’t kill people”. Walter X pressed
the gun even harder into my head and said, “If it wasn’t
for agent Harper I would have killed you too. Harper
thinks you are young enough to change your life so today
we are going to let you go”. Harper said you have 72
hours before he tells the local police who you are. So you
will not only have the police looking for you, I am going
to put the Rooster Street Boys on you as well. With the
gun still to my head Walter X told me to walk into the
bedroom. I don’t have to tell you what I started thinking.
I made my mind up this time he would have to kill me. I
stopped walking and said, “You will have to kill me
Walter, and I would rather be dead than let that happen
again”.
There are those who take home and loved ones for
granted. I submit to you that there is nothing on this earth
like being at home surrounded by those who love you.
While I will admit I have made the best out of a bad
situation a big part of me wishes I were right back in Rose
City, California enjoying a big bowl of my Grandma
Wilma’s vanilla ice cream.
I knew I had to get out of New York fast. I told the cab
driver to drop me off at the nearest bus station. The cab
driver pulled over in front of Newton Bus Station. I
reached into the leather bag for the money to pay him.
When my eyes saw all that money I was stunned. I
looked into the bag for a moment and a smile began to
cover my face. The smile was soon washed away at the
thought of Walter X. As reached into the bag and
grabbed a one hundred dollar bill. I swore once again to
myself that my face would be the last face Walter X sees
before he dies.
Chapter 10
When I got off the bus I went looking for the train station,
which was at the other end of town. I got directions and
headed toward the train station. I decided to walk so that
I could look around. Now that I think about it, it was
pretty silly of me to walk around town and window shop
with a bag of money and drugs on the run from the Feds.
The town was small but strangely enough Janson was also
a town where a stranger could blend in. I don’t think
anyone was born and raised in Janson. It seems like
myself most people got off the bus or train and stayed
longer than they anticipated. I for one stayed in Janson
for the better part of three years. Yeah that’s right; for
three years I hid out from the Feds five hours outside of
New York City right in plain site. When I got off the bus
that day as sure as hell I was not planning on staying. But
something happened that changed my life forever. If you
are thinking I found Buda or some other kind of religion
or God you couldn’t be further from the truth. What I
found was a heartless woman named Samantha. She had
a pretty smile with a big butt and a dark soul that sucked
me right in. She really fooled me. To this day all these
years later I’m sure if you listen close enough. One can
hear my heart crying out for her.
She then grabbed him by the hand and walked off. They
went out the front door. I knew I couldn’t dare leave with
this bag of money and drugs with that cop around. So I
sat there. I ordered a steak sandwich for some reason.
Even though I’d eaten the slice of cherry pie I was hungry
enough to eat a horse. To this day I truly believe that’s
what they cooked me; a horse. I mean the meat didn’t
look like any kind of beef I had ever seen. It was so
tough I could’ve put holes in it and made a belt. The
whole time I fought with my sandwich I kept my eye on
the front door. After about ten minutes Samantha walked
back inside. She walked over to me and said, “Please
don’t mind Ray he’s harmless”. I just smiled and
swallowed a lump of meat down and said, “I understand,
if I saw my girlfriend talking to a strange man I‘d be a
little uptight too”. Samantha smiled and said, “If you are
asking, Ray is not my boyfriend. We’re just good friends,
he’s actually a pretty nice guy”. She flashed her pearly
whites and said, “Ray’s bark is worse than his bite, if you
get to know him you’ll see”. I just smiled and shook my
head yes. Little did Samantha know, a cop for a friend
was the last thing I needed.
Samantha batted her eyes again and said, “So you take
pictures?”
I answered, “Yes” and told her I had been taking pictures
since high school. In truth I hadn’t taken any pictures
since junior high, but it had always been a dream of mine
to be a photographer. I sat there in silence for a moment
pondering over just where I had lost sight of my life’s
dreams. I perhaps could’ve been a superstar baseball
player or a commercially known photographer.
Instead I had become a killer on the run with nowhere to
run. After a moment of thought I asked where the sights
around town were located to take pictures? She smiled
and began looking around the coffee shop and said, “Look
around silly, isn’t this place charming? I really wish you
would take some pictures of this shop it might help us
drum up some business not many people come here
anymore.” When Samantha said that, I looked down at the
steak sandwich from hell and thought to myself maybe all
the people have lost their teeth. Samantha asked if I’d
take a few pictures of the coffee shop, naturally I said,
“Yes there was just one problem I didn’t have a camera.
I’d be glad to take pictures of the coffee shop. However
my luggage had been lost or misplaced at New York
Airport. All I have is my carry on bag. I not only need to
buy a camera but I also needed to buy some clothes and
toiletries until they find my things.”
Chapter 11
At ten years old she was removed from his custody. She
then bounced around from foster home to foster home.
Samantha says she was molested everywhere she went
and that each time she said something she would be
moved again. Finally at the age of twelve years old she
decided that she would say nothing about being molested
or beaten. She was simply tired of be moved from place
to place. So when she was put in the Coopers Foster
home and began being molested by not only Mr. Cooper
but his wife as well, she said nothing.
For six years both Mr. and Mrs. Cooper had their way
with her. On Samantha’s eighteenth birthday she moved
out of the Cooper’s home. However Samantha did admit
she continued to see both Mr. and Mrs. Cooper for a year
after she moved out. She use to laugh and say neither of
them knew the other one was having sex with her.
Samantha said they both paid her rent and bills. She told
me she had planned on a trip to London. She had read
about London in one of the many books at the bookstore.
Samantha said that working in the bookstore changed her
life. It was there that she learned to speak Spanish. It was
also at the bookstore where she met her first husband.
Oh yeah did I tell you that the situation with Ray took
care of itself. It seems that he was attending a seminar in
New York City and while there he got himself killed.
Someone cut his heart out with a stiletto dagger. Isn’t it
funny how things work out sometimes? I mean Ray
getting himself killed kinda helped Samantha and I get
closer to each other. I must admit I’m still dealing with
the hurt that Samantha left behind. In some ways I’m
glad I met her. But mostly I’m not glad and in fact I wish
I had never met her. I believe that only an evil and
wicked person could do what she did to me.
Chapter 12
Patty, the clerk down at City Hall not only told me the
Feds were conducting an investigation on all the high
ranking officials in Janson; they were also investigating
three over dose deaths of men who had no history of drug
use. Patty explained that the whole thing was top secret
and there were a few agents in town. Upon hearing this
news of this I guess I don’t have to tell you I was in a
panic. I decided right then I would go home get my
money and get out of Janson as fast as I could.
About half way through the trip PawPaw ran smack dab
into the middle of a locust storm. There must have been
millions of them. The locust storm was so thick PawPaw
had to turn on his wind shield wipers to see the road. As
we hit the locust storm I farted in the car. When the smell
hit PawPaw’s nose he turned around and yelled out,
“Wesley I’m going to beat the black off of you boy”.
When I saw the wild look in his eyes I began to laugh
uncontrollably. It seemed the more I laughed the more I
fated, and the more I farted the madder PawPaw got.
I can still hear those words even today when I look at the
newspaper clippings of Samantha’s execution. I am sure
you realize by now I took Harper up on his offer. Walter X
was found stabbed to death with his heart cut from his
body. He was killed in much the same way that snoop of
a cop Ray was killed, what a coincidence.