First Church of California

It took me 50 years to learn he'd rather kill me than tell the truth. It was shocking to turn and see my father actual enjoying the suffering his actions were bringing. It was at this point that I cut off all contact. As I was begging for mercy he was getting a sick pleasure and it sort of clicked. As I turned back and looked upon our history it was a blindness that allowed the abuse to continue. And I wished I had gotten him help sooner, sooner as in 33 years ago when the bruises on my body were more than the school would allow. I don't regret lying to the police to save my dad's ass. I just wish he respected the sacrifices I made for him. But, as i learned, as a review of the facts forced me to accept. My hero would rather see me dead than prosperous and had acted far from my interest throuhout my life. Again and again, from an early child, left for dead

 What a day .... I'm reminded of Wycliffs song I pray :  Welcome to the rotten apple, The city of lights No matter how day shine it cyaa steal the nights Cause wen da ghost knock knock jus before yuh get Right out at yuh chest The eagle raid the cucoos nest Hey amma do this one fah ma homies gone, yea The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home, (nah) We all up from the danger zone (True) Dah devil pull the card and he said choose one (choose one)