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chapter 3 staples pill mill rd
STAPLES PILL
Now we must fast forward and possibly rewind because my mind has been fried due to all the drugs I have ingested over the last 30 years. This brings us to Staples Mill Road, probably around 1990! After leaving Green Acres and having a short stint on Lone Pine which I barely remember and do not recall anything life changing at that location. The one thing I recall was having a Sonic 6 bicycle possibly the wackest thing ever created on wheels oh and one other thing I remember my father getting arrested he had taken too many Valiums that's pretty much what happened every time we took too many Valiums My family is allergic to benzodiazepines every time we take too many we break out in handcuffs! Anyway I digress, I'm around 10 years old on Staples Mill Road not too far from where I reside now in Lakeside. Things are very foggy so I will jump back and forth in time sort of like the Mandela effect, (you'll have to research that) it was a giant house ,with a third floor attic type of deal in which me and my cousin Don jr. Would be assigned to. The attic was almost as big as a house I live in now a two-story attic if you can believe that, My cousin was 3 years older than me his birthday was the day before mine January 26th that became pretty convenient when we got just a little older, when we would party the f*** down together celebrating as one unit, Because we were, they say in war you make the greatest bonds with your comrades, well Trust and Believe me and him went through War and the bond was unprecedented! It would be here, on Staples Mill Road where pretty much everything popped off, in a psychedelic spiral of chronic life-threatening drug use ,resulting in paranoid delirium causing hallucinations to jump off even when no psychedelics were involved.To make things even more hopeless ,the music we were indulging in would warp our minds in every direction possible! In one room the Geto Boys played " this year Halloween fell on a weekend me and Geto Boys are trick or treating robbing little kids for bags before the Lawman got behind our ass" and in the very next room played DEICIDE with lyrics so satanic I will not write them down for fear of losing the reader it was that bad ,The music we listened to coupled with my families Criminal image which for some reason I found necessary to uphold My reputation definitely preceded me. One day somehow through a friend of mine named Stevie e, I was introduced to a kid who would impact my life greater than I thought possible! This kid had a little criminal in him as well, his father had died from a heroin overdose and his mother was a chronic alcoholic at this point in the book it gets hard, because that right there sounded like I was Downing Shawn's family but I am not! i But t's time to actually tell the truth and it will be hard to do so without sounding like a prick. anyway the boy's name was Shawn, Shawn Munson. Shawn lived in Crown Square Apartments off of Staples Mill he had just moved there from Place one appartments right behind me. Shawn lived with his mother Sandy and his little sister Trinity. They moved from Connecticut so they had a different type of vibe and I loved this family immediately, because they were off a little bit, just like mine. My family would take Shawn in like he's always been there. Shawn's mother worked her ass off no matter how drunk she got, to make sure Trinity and Shawn had what they needed so that would leave Shawn and Trinity at home alone most of the time ,until he met me! He would come over everyday and stay there all day ,he loved it at my house we could do what the f*** we wanted, and that is exactly what we would do! When we first met we would play football and we would play a game called f*** it where we would take a pill bottle throw it in the ceiling fan then see who could retrieve the bottle first after a vicious beating rendering the other one unable to get the bottle so in other words we would yell f*** it throw a pill bottle and then beat the s*** out of each other for about 5 minutes sometimes the bottle was never recovered !We would also frequent the railroad tracks ,usually it was me my cousin Don Jr Shawn Chris the drummer boy Hall and sometimes chris,s brother Timmy all running rambunctiously up and down the railroad tracks until we found a bridge underneath Hilliard Road, where are we effectively created our Command Post this is where the s*** started going down.Underneath this bridge there was a giant cement embankment of which we would slide down on hubcaps milk crates ,cardboard boxes and whatever else we might find. One day we found a corpse.
© Austin singletary
Now we must fast forward and possibly rewind because my mind has been fried due to all the drugs I have ingested over the last 30 years. This brings us to Staples Mill Road, probably around 1990! After leaving Green Acres and having a short stint on Lone Pine which I barely remember and do not recall anything life changing at that location. The one thing I recall was having a Sonic 6 bicycle possibly the wackest thing ever created on wheels oh and one other thing I remember my father getting arrested he had taken too many Valiums that's pretty much what happened every time we took too many Valiums My family is allergic to benzodiazepines every time we take too many we break out in handcuffs! Anyway I digress, I'm around 10 years old on Staples Mill Road not too far from where I reside now in Lakeside. Things are very foggy so I will jump back and forth in time sort of like the Mandela effect, (you'll have to research that) it was a giant house ,with a third floor attic type of deal in which me and my cousin Don jr. Would be assigned to. The attic was almost as big as a house I live in now a two-story attic if you can believe that, My cousin was 3 years older than me his birthday was the day before mine January 26th that became pretty convenient when we got just a little older, when we would party the f*** down together celebrating as one unit, Because we were, they say in war you make the greatest bonds with your comrades, well Trust and Believe me and him went through War and the bond was unprecedented! It would be here, on Staples Mill Road where pretty much everything popped off, in a psychedelic spiral of chronic life-threatening drug use ,resulting in paranoid delirium causing hallucinations to jump off even when no psychedelics were involved.To make things even more hopeless ,the music we were indulging in would warp our minds in every direction possible! In one room the Geto Boys played " this year Halloween fell on a weekend me and Geto Boys are trick or treating robbing little kids for bags before the Lawman got behind our ass" and in the very next room played DEICIDE with lyrics so satanic I will not write them down for fear of losing the reader it was that bad ,The music we listened to coupled with my families Criminal image which for some reason I found necessary to uphold My reputation definitely preceded me. One day somehow through a friend of mine named Stevie e, I was introduced to a kid who would impact my life greater than I thought possible! This kid had a little criminal in him as well, his father had died from a heroin overdose and his mother was a chronic alcoholic at this point in the book it gets hard, because that right there sounded like I was Downing Shawn's family but I am not! i But t's time to actually tell the truth and it will be hard to do so without sounding like a prick. anyway the boy's name was Shawn, Shawn Munson. Shawn lived in Crown Square Apartments off of Staples Mill he had just moved there from Place one appartments right behind me. Shawn lived with his mother Sandy and his little sister Trinity. They moved from Connecticut so they had a different type of vibe and I loved this family immediately, because they were off a little bit, just like mine. My family would take Shawn in like he's always been there. Shawn's mother worked her ass off no matter how drunk she got, to make sure Trinity and Shawn had what they needed so that would leave Shawn and Trinity at home alone most of the time ,until he met me! He would come over everyday and stay there all day ,he loved it at my house we could do what the f*** we wanted, and that is exactly what we would do! When we first met we would play football and we would play a game called f*** it where we would take a pill bottle throw it in the ceiling fan then see who could retrieve the bottle first after a vicious beating rendering the other one unable to get the bottle so in other words we would yell f*** it throw a pill bottle and then beat the s*** out of each other for about 5 minutes sometimes the bottle was never recovered !We would also frequent the railroad tracks ,usually it was me my cousin Don Jr Shawn Chris the drummer boy Hall and sometimes chris,s brother Timmy all running rambunctiously up and down the railroad tracks until we found a bridge underneath Hilliard Road, where are we effectively created our Command Post this is where the s*** started going down.Underneath this bridge there was a giant cement embankment of which we would slide down on hubcaps milk crates ,cardboard boxes and whatever else we might find. One day we found a corpse.
© Austin singletary
