Excerpt from my own memoir book and autobiography

Excerpt from my own memoir book and autobiography which you all can find right here via this readily available link where you can buy your own copy now today...: The Route Sixty Memoir Written With Love Sapphire

Ma seriously you out here making yourself look bad. On Instagram there was an old female that I knew from Central Middle School right like back in 2003. It’s like 2017 by now she was commenting on Chanrielle page this was when we were cool, I guess. Saying that they do, you'll remember how much crap we had, drama that we were all getting into back then. I never did comment on her statement, because hence I am writing this book now, I went traveling back down memory lane. Flash back this is for me. Now today in 2019 December the drama has continued. I started working at Sears once I left Forever 21 over their bull crap, in November 2019 I've been there a few weeks now, the pay is low, and the customers are off the chain.

One day I went out there and canceled though because I was already on the payroll for Forever 21 but yet to get a check. So, I told her I would come and had to end up canceling and postponing the interview meeting until a future date because just in case the Forever 21 gig didn’t pan out in the long run. It did not hence, when the opportunity arose, I reached out again to the Sears folk after I politely declined the interview the first time to be up on game later.

They didn’t ask me to say, when the answer is yes, I would have too, but they didn’t claim they don’t need me. Can you believe that, I was cool though and dipped and as Steve Harvey says fine then if you don’t need us then we’ll go somewhere with those who do. And yet I bounced after getting the job at Sears, and as they say the rest, is history.

I worked in the jewelry department mostly, and they always had a question about something and sometimes I told them where they could go, and they still had a problem with it in the end too. I swear at least most of them were like this. Some were really cool, but most were not, and it got on my nerves so that I quit right on the spot, no two weeks’ notice, no apologizes, no planned day to come in and hand nothing in, just simply piss me off, since you did, in retaliation I quit, which is justified. 

Since one I wasn’t paid enough in my opinion and I let them know this, with no problems. This was a first for me, I went in thinking that it was going to be another regular day. I wanted to be free and not stuck behind some counter, dealing with jerk customers all day on my Sunday. That is my FUN DAY too.

Chapter Seventeen

Those Girls Who Wouldn’t Choose Fighting

But their asses aren’t careful, which made me mad. I had this dream that the Forever 21 store in the Mentor, OH location in the Great Lakes Mall finally met its maker and was detrimentally closed for good. Finally went out of business I just stood there looking at it. For a while, because the gates were closed, they were still down the place, just looking down from its earlier glory back in like its hay day, a sad feeling for them, at least well those who contributed to its sullen downfall.

 Now who knows why we were even out in Mentor, OH too to begin with, I don’t know. All is that we were, and that is that. Then this other dream the other day was like a bunch of mice were in our basement, they were going in and out kind of like they were going in out under the house of the basement.

When I got to looking up the significance and the meaning of mice, seeing them in our dreams, what they meant, the message was that there is a representation of fake friends, a lot like the ones mentioned here in this memoir. Sabrina, Chanrielle, Mashay, just to name a few. Then there are the people like that of the neighbors next door to my grandmother’s house who are up there talking about Mashay's’ dad, my uncle, saying how they close and like they are tight as thieves, this and that, but this dude is a straight stone cold drug addict.

Now you're tight as hell with a dude that got a crack habit. Let me paint the picture of trying to understand, you’ll now follow me closely. This is the same dude father that daughter I ain’t speaking to in our lives at all in years; I blame old girl Mashay for all the drama, with a dude that is named Dontavious, and now I know that you’ll get the painted picture of fake friends, now can't say. Keep up now because this ship is going somewhere old girl was never a fighter, sadly. 

Snow, she has two babies out on the tip of realness she definitely doesn't need any more, you feel me. One cool thing she should get with her dad: leave it all alone, call it good while she can. Now she has another baby dad, with a retarded baby too, old girl dad’s don’t really look too good with her either, they lived with one another for a minute but then things got rocky dude got the damn good sense too at least bounce.

On her ass leaving alone to raise take care of the other two children she has now too. With a nursing degree, everybody wants to become a nurse now. Too but at first the old girl Mashay was talking about how she was and wanted to become a damned Architect. 

Now how far off is a nursing associate’s degree compared to that of architecture, one's way off? Architecture has one lot of blueprints and is way more demanding than that of education, dude which is a rap nursing though, with associates, crazy insane. Then the first baby daddy got hurt, shot and was supposedly on life support some-how because you know people gossip.

The first baby born too was on a trip, but I was there with me. Amber, who later seemed like Mashay started hating on how much I hung out with her, some strange ass reason that I can’t explain. Then at the baby shower she was there to Jasmin who is now a murderer, serving time at least is awaiting trial for first degree murder, for robbery aggravated, down in Memphis, Tennessee.

She goes to tell me in the car, that her stupid ass took a plan b pill that the pill doesn't work. One first off why in the world would you be up here telling people that about your baby, instead of yeah girl my baby so wanted, today that we, meaning her Calvin her first baby daddy was going to get married are in love. This is the lifestyle an old girl was living. You'll come now to get the picture.

But God, so now you telling me that this little girl yeah she had a girl named Neariah, which is a boy’s name in the Bible, you’ll know that chick thought too dumbly just like a non-fighter that of course her baby was going to be a got damned boy got people thinking getting her dumb ass boy gear for the new baby. The baby shower, Calvin, isn't a bit more proposing, putting a ring on nothing, but yet they photo opt the whole nine, I mean fake as can be. Hence my mice, can you see what it is that I am saying, chicks are too phony and are so accustomed to low lives, that that is all that they know.

And Dontavious ass why didn’t your cool non fighting ass, say yeah girl little cousin let’s just stay in the house chill, girls night in, relax, have popcorn like a regular normal night. Not this chick Mashay, pretty as pie and yet does the most horrific things, true story. See her dumb ass should have just listened, then we go out instead of staying in, like good girls, so now, we are at the club, for her ex’s birthday again, now I am dancing, being coerced into some foulness by an older dumb ass cousin, yes.

 Now that chick loves to this very day, we’ve not spoken in at least nine years, this is the minimum time since the incident that we’ve not talked, few times, people have had to keep me from jumping on her ass. And you’ll know why. So many dumb ass females, that fake proved themselves to be by fighting me, all the time, Mashay, is one example but there is more.

Like take Destiny, out here too, some chicks wanted to fight her for some crap she did too and wasn’t up for the battle. She was too fake, and scared by now too, and since I wasn’t, the chick wanted to come over here and fight me, too. Now see the picture of mice. And every time I see Mashay, I either stay away from her or if you're careful to wonder what I am doing while she is there, I am forcing myself to stay away. I can imagine the thoughts that run through my head while away with myself. In the first place, when I am alone, I think about what she did, how it affected me, then I get mad, and stay away from her, so that I will not kill her.

Like the world did kill her for all the wrong done. Who wants to be a murderer like Jasmin, did plus this one is different, one murder victim is a family member. Not just some random stranger, out that someone met at a funeral home, with the intent to take home, rob, kill.

Now this is more like bitch you lucky, that I don’t fly off the handle. Straight up, like most would do, take her out, for the crimes that she’s done. But trust me; somebody will not be as generous. Simple…now peep.

So, there was this dream too about a funeral like someone had died and this female was there in it. The female was nice, pretty at least kind of and see there’s that same theme again with the prettiest people who can be found doing some of the ugliest things. Like Jasmine, once again at somebody's funeral, setting them and him up to get robbed for all of his money, down in a spot in Memphis, Tennessee. Now here they go,go,and the truth is that well, she always has been a little rough.  

I pushed her ass through a window. The girl wasn’t going to ask Amber, our neighbor who was having a party across the street, for a piece of cake, and so I got heated. And pushed her ass, she didn’t listen at all, and since we couldn’t get out, because of her ridiculous momma, I was freaking stuck. 

Without being able to get out until her raggedy ass momma came home, whatever the hell her parenting skills were calling for at the moment in time where the hell was she at? And why the hell wasn’t Jasmin ass, around with her own damned momma too I am going to bet the story of Jasmine was surprising too. We were all well not Amber for some reason to a concert with Nelly, downtown Cleveland OH. 

And we went of course with the help of my mother, guess who was there: Tavontae, Mashay, I, Frank III, Jasmin. I had to have a new fit. There was a new line out by Mr. Shawn Carter himself, Roca. 

I went and got this cute dark red skirt and shirt from Demo, at the mall. And my mother just about had a fit, and my hair was crimped and to the shoulders. The outfit I guess was something that she, I don’t know, what mom, thought frankly. 

We went but Jasmin had to get stitches, right I talked to her ass while she was a damned wanted fugitive she brought that bull up too, said yeah well, I had to get them after the damned concert, too. Ain’t that some crime, too and some bull sees there what I mean get the whole picture, your ass should have just listened and told Amber what I asked you too, Jasmin. So anyway, after the concert, she split up when she came homage, she did have the stitches. There is a big ugly scar there even today.

And she still remembers that too because she spoke about that too on the phone. Kevin Lucas' brother Roland Lucas is dead now too, heard he had died of a blood clot. And I kid you not when I last saw Jasmin; she was in a dire need of something, but what it was I don’t know. 

I had my mom drop me off down there to stay the night, little did I know that that was something that I wanted to do. When all those days were far over, I went down there to E.C. planned to stay the night with her, to spend time together and what have you. But nope when I get there the apartment is horrid, Amber comes to pick it up and we go to a corner store to get some alcohol I guess then we go to get Amber's hair done, who is dead now by the way. 

The gay man and this are the men that did it. The smoke is strong, then the pills come next by request of Jasmin, so this dude pulls up Brandon Bennet. And they got in his ugly PT Cruiser, which is what she did, went in his whip, bounced on us for a pill run, I guess, but I wasn’t on it and wasn’t feeling it, too. So, right then I bounced; hope on the bus 10 went down late as hell too, mind you after 12am midnight.

To the downtown rapid and got off at Tower City then found me a nice warm place to stay recuperated. They supposedly started freaking out, calling the house out in Parma Heights, where moms answered the phone, kept calling me but for some reason I wasn’t answering my phone. But thankfully I was fine though, and I think she came and got me.

Once we touched base, they said, claiming that I just left, disappeared. I went into a Renaissance where I was accustomed to staying with my own dad. I think I only had like a little under at least $200.00 from some job I was working, doing something. 

Chapter Eighteen

The Nelly Concert

And it gives me a place to stay not at the Renaissance through downtown but at the DoubleTree, a few blocks from it. There was this nice lady there who helped me figure it out, followed her advice very carefully and found the spot that she graciously chose to direct me to. Once there I relaxed alone by myself for a change finally, no Chanrielle, Jasmin, Amber, Mom, no one, Dad, Kevin, no one to bother me.

That I don’t even like. Well not that I don’t like may have just outgrown these folk, at least most of these folk at least. Only exception to this is probably mom, dad. The whole entire night was straight bliss.

The other time that Jasmin showed me who she was, was when we were really little kids, probably like ten, eleven years old. And the house across the street had a few new homeowners, or tenants rather that were cool, nice, somewhat sad though because of the few times the man would beat on the mom she came out bloody, what not. The young boys that lived there were one Ortez.

I had a little crush on him, we kissed before too, he’ll call our house all late Mashay. I would stay up late on the phone with boys across from us in the house across the street. Then there was Charles who was cool, but no one really liked him much, in the girl wise state at least, that is until Jasmin got her teeth into him.

There was another young fella named Terrell. That was also Jasmin’s nature. Then there was Carlos, who liked Jantel a little bit too, and Mashay. Then there was Stank, a cool cat too and Kinsman, who are all just friends.

We’d wrestle with them all the time, have a good time, freeze tag, hide, go get it, the maze was extra fun, when they cut down the tree next door to the field on the left of our house we made a game out of it, called the maze. And we’d run around on the big log wood pieces that were left there by the county of Cuyahoga if anyone fell off and hit the ground with their two feet out, I guess you could call it. I was the girlfriend of Jazmine, Jantel sister of the other kid down the street, Keontae. 

Who knew, I built this house in the field, with plastic garbage bags you know, in case it got wet the rain would just not penetrate, keep us dry what have you. We’d sit there and have a good old time. All of this is gone now though of course. Then there was this big huge truth there before they cut it down and made it into the maze.