Living My Life In A Ace Of Spades
(The Movie Star)
Hi, my name is Anthony Irvin. I live in a slum toilet called Harlem, New
York City. My life is somewhat screwed up because I am a twenty two year old monk. I still live with my mother who does great things for me. But, she is also using me for my money. She is a forty two year old princess who can barely take care of herself. She is still unemployed even though she has an Computer Degree from the Global Business Institute. She is a educated dependant who pawns expensive diamond earrings, nice watches and gucci chains to provide a bare living. My life is drained by two girl friends who couldn''t think for themselves. They do not have much money or luxuries at all. I am glad that I am not around those boring, black stupid bitches. My brothers mind is on a space vacation. He is now at St. Lukes Hospital which is located in Harlem, New York ,Ny. He isn''t really crazy, but he just has a nervous breakdown. He went through lots of stress, rejection, and unfortunate accidents. Maybe he needs to leave New snork City. I think that I do not have a regular family because my family members are Kooks. They do not work together and we use each other for money. We do some good things by sharing and caring a little for one another. Usually it is a broken family with a bunch of stupid niggers who are mentally impaired. Just like lots of people in America and all over the world. When I was thirteen years old. I came from manhattan and I rode my mountain bicycle through the Williamsburg Bridge. I was going towards brooklyn. I was just trying to make a bored meaningless life an exciting one. When I got off the bridge to cross the street. Out of nowhere, a company van came and compounded me. My bike was a little bent up and I had a broken femur. I thought that my life was over. They took me to Bellevue Hospital in downtown Manhattan. They fixed my leg because it was a clean break. When I was in that Hospital, I went through hell for three days. I was released on the third day. I left on a wheel chair. I headed back to harlem. Through my life I went to shitty schools. For most of my life I lived in shitty building. Those buildings were filled with hundred of cock roaches living with my family and I. I lived around nasty, lazy and poor neighbors. Lots of them were career juvenile delinquents and welfare recipients. Boy, they were some people who came from hell. They would leave garbage in the elevators. They would piss all over the elevator. They would leave their garbage in the incinerator, and all over the hallways. They would rob and kill other residents on the elevators. Lots of them were dummies because they were beyond having hope for the immediate future. I also been around draconian European Americans and some blacks also. They would sell me some ads that I would need( such as jobs, musical instruments for sale, and a means of making some money.) When I tried most of those accessories, most of the accessories wouldn''t work. It was false advertisements. In 2002, things got a little worse. I was a short term and a part time weed smoker. One day, I almost became a drug dealer. I tried to sell a nickel bag of weed to my friend, Smoker. I tried to sell it for two dollars but I he didn''t buy it. He did not have the money. Then when I sold that same bag to my Mother, she bought it for five dollars. My Mother, Father, and myself had no jobs in that year. To be little happy living in a nightmarish reality, we would get stoned on good weed. This happen for a short period of time. My step father had to be the idiot when he mixed Marijuana with cocain. After he did that, he ran in and out the apartment constantly for hours. When I was smoking weed only. I was in a illusional heaven. I was at home enjoying my once a yetunity. Later on in that year all three of us got our life together and we stopped smoking for the most part. In October of 2002, I sued the guy who broke my leg. Two white law attorney''s, Pazer & Epstein helped to make this situation become possible. I ended up with approximately $125,000. The lawyers received a $60,000 fee. This gave me a chance to live a good life. I tell you, if i didn''t win that money than I probably wouldn''t have a chance in life. So, I am grateful for that money. I still wasn''t where I wanted to be until I learned to play the electrical keyboard. This was when I was twenty years of age. When I played the Casio keyboard and wrote poetry and wrote about interesting stories. I found my talent and purpose. I wrote paragraphs and played music when I was a kid. Now I am doing it again. Even though I went back and finished high school and college. I am still somewhat in a miserable condition. It seem that I cannot pull myself all together. Most of my happiness came from creating my own music, participating in baseball, and having no hope. This was when my best ideas came out. What I want out of my life is not just some money. I want to be happy and free. I want a beautiful woman who loves me with her heart. To express my fulless potential and to be wanted from something. Basically what every body else would want. Now I am a independant poet, writer, and a musician. My artistic works cover a wide range of events about life, current events, science, the supernatural and emotions. I wrote a book called "The Final Destination."
The final destination is a forty five page book of poetry that talks about everything that I''ve experienced, learned, and did in my twenty two years on this earth. The book is so interesting that you will have mixed emotions. It can make you angry, happy, sad and best of all, it will give you new flashing ideas. Soon I will get this book published along with my music. My music is an Alternative CD which is called "Standout." It speaks about alot of things. It is a solo rap CD with some singing to it. That is also very interesting. Hopefully in the near future, I will write more exerpts, books, and opinionated ideas to make my lifes work. Thank you to any one who give their time and effort for hearing me out.