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Trump vs. El Chapo

Trump vs. El Chapo

By: King Steelo

Back in the days when I thought about being Rich - Donald trump was on top of my list. Now he's running for president and controversy is the base of his political debate. He wants to get rid of all illegal immigrants and swears it's because of criminal element. In the midst- the big television stations got rid of him and chose not to televise the Miss America pageant.

Excuse me- Mr.Wanna-be-president - all illegal immigrants are not criminals. The majority of them work because lazy citizens of this country refuse to do so. You of all people know- especially when these corporations are saving bundles of money employing illegal immigrants. By the way- do you really think you could win a presidency without the Latino vote?

At the same time - you gotta laugh and thank him. You are actually making it easier for a Democrat to win the next election. Jeb Bush is using the plateau to be little you so he can be the front runner for the Republicans and sorry but down the line are a bunch of buffoons. "Hello - I'm a convicted felon - I can't vote - neither party is mine, not the jackass nor the elephant!"

Last but not least - Mr. Trump are you out of your mind? Now you're talking shit about El Chapo - one of the most notorious gangsters in the world who escaped out of a Federal Maximum Prisons in the country that he runs! I don't know sir but if I were you- I'd keep my mouth shut! You know what this man is capable of! God forbid but assassin and nation can form a word. So stick to making money on your casinos and stay far away from the border.

How about you enter my world and read reality in different styles of literature. Enter at your own risk because everything that glitter's isn't always Gold.

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Bourbon Street Vampires
What started as a war between vampires and werewolves in the Carpathian Mountains has spread like a forest fire to every continent. The war is now about which race will reign superior over the other and rule the humans.
Half - Romanian/ Half African - American Makayla Jenkins (Kay) witnesses the murder of her mother and her twin brothers that were stolen from their mother’s womb by a vampire. In the years that follow, Kay tries to lead a normal life, but she and her dad end up embarking on a path as vampire slayers. They along with others form an Academy and vow to protect their community in Transylvania from the horrors that lurk at night.
It is now present day and Kay has been sent to New Orleans, also known as ‘the New Transylvania’ to protect the city and its people from bloodsuckers and fur balls. Will she succeed or will her past come back to haunt her? New Orleans may sound like a tourist attraction, but with all the festivals, night clubs, alcoholic beverages, strippers and partying come Bourbon Street Vampires. Tales from the Hood meets Underworld - enter at your own risk…


Author of Big Girls Need Love Too and Behind the Razor Wired Fence presents the release of his new book Bourbon Street Vampires.

All Hail American Pharaoh

All Hail American Pharaoh
By: King Steelo

<>Finally after 37 years- a horse wins the Triple Crown. I was 2 years old when Affirmed did it in 1978 and of course I don’t remember that. What I do remember is Smarty Jones, Big Brown and California Chrome failing to do it while I was incarcerated for all those years. Believe it or not here in prison we bet on the horse too – I mean what else is there to do? Now we don’t bet straight cash but Ramen Noodles, Bugler and Camel cigarettes, cosmetics and food items from canteen is the cash in here. Now I lost when the previous 3 horses I mentioned failed to win and I wondered will I ever get to witness a Triple Crown winner – especially last year when I thought California Chrome was going to do it. A year later – enter American Pharaoh.

<>It’s not an easy task to win the Kentucky Derby, Preakness Stakes and Belmont Stakes – which are the 3 major races that form the Triple Crown. So on Saturday, there were a lot of doubters on my dorm because they were used to seeing failure. I can honestly say not me – after witnessing the way American Pharaoh won the Preakness Stakes and Kentucky Derby – I knew this horse was destined to make history and to do it in New York – my old stomping ground made it all the better. This past Saturday was the perfect day with perfect weather for a horse race.

<>Now I couldn’t get a bet at first because with 3/5 odds- American Pharaoh was the favorite. Then the TV announcer says, “American Pharaoh took the lead and I heard 2 dumbasses say, “he’s gonna lose – he won’t hold up in the lead the whole race.” So I bet both of them. Little did they know this stud was amazing. He led the whole way and in the final stretch – he sped up, separated himself from the pack and won by a landslide. ‘All Hail American Pharaoh.’

<>It felt great to witness this horse win the Triple Crown – even though I saw it from behind bars. I’m not trippin’ cause now I have a locker full of cigarettes, chips, soaps, Ramen Noodles and Little Debbie cakes – thanks American Pharaoh. To all of y’all who said you were going to be there for me y’all are down bad, it took a horse to come through. What a great weekend – American Pharaoh won the Triple Crown!

Pigeons That Never Fly Away

Pigeons That Never Fly Away
By: King Steelo

I would like to take this time to show my appreciation to a couple of women who I met during my last five years of incarceration. In one way or another –each one of you have made an impact on my life. Some kept it real, others sold me dreams but at the end of the day – you got me on my path to humbleness and for that – I will always be grateful. My new career as an author is a blessing and I’ll be back in freedom this year. I call all of you pigeons in a good way.

Itzel - We got together during my 3 months in 2011 when I was on bond. We immediately became a team and you were definitely an upgrade from Becky. What you and I had in 90 days, Becky and I didn’t have in 5 years – Love and Loyalty. You don’t know how much I regret walking in on Becky screwing two dudes and me just going crazy. I should’ve just walked away because you were waiting on me. I can’t take back what happened and I can go on forever apologizing- I’m sorry Ma. Thank you for making me happy for that short time and I wish you the best.

Rachel – I tried my best to help you because you opened up to me and it felt genuine. You were going through some tough times and I didn’t want you to end up homeless on the streets. I sent you by my home girl Jessica as a favor and it backfired. It hurt to hear you were still doing drugs and running around with some bad luck people. Don’t worry – I always saw the good in you and I’ll keep you in my prayers. Thank you for the wake-up call – it made me realize it was time to change.

Andrea – My pen pal from Yazoo City, Mississippi. Though we never met in person – you reached out to a stranger, believed in me and motivated me to put out my literary work to the world. I was honored that you understood me and I wish I could’ve helped you through your tough times but the circumstances didn’t allow it. Believe it or not – you made me realize that nothing was wrong with change. I don’t need the street life anymore and my debt to society is almost paid. Thank you for helping me see the light. I wish you and your lil’ girl the best.

Kierra – You will always be a special friend boo! It’s crazy cause we met while both doing time and the irony is that me and your sister were pen pals over a decade ago. I appreciate all the pictures and letters. I was so happy when you got out and I’m proud you’re working, taking care of your son, staying away from drugs and out of trouble. You go girl and I owe you a steak dinner – LOL!

Desiree – So we met on Facebook, while I was doing time and our chemistry caught us off guard. You went to bat for me and we became inseparable. All good things don’t last though – You got locked up yourself. It’s crazy that you wrote me over 100 letters during your time in the parish prison. I appreciate it though because you finally felt my pain and our bond got tighter. I still have those letters and they will be featured in an upcoming book. Thank you for helping me become so humble. After I had that knife fight in here – you put it in my head that I needed to slow my role and focus on the future. Thank you boo – I pray all is good with you.

Nelly – WAAAAAAH – you were such a dear friend for 2 years straight. We had our ups and downs but realness always prevails.It sucks that our last fight severed our friendship and we lost contact. You’re a sweetheart Nelly – I wish you the best and I’ll always be here for you as a true friend. Stay true to yourself and never let others dictate your future.

Michelle – You’re a hard working woman, great mom and tough as nails. You found a way for me to put out my books on Amazon + Kindle Direct, when so many people sold me dreams. I will always be grateful to you and I wish I could’ve done something for you. I know times got hard and you didn’t have time anymore to help with my books but it is okay. You never judged me and you were always REAL! Thanks for everything boo – you’re one in a million.

Amy – I can go on forever writing about you! You’re the answer to my prayers, my soulmate and my future wife. We are more than just lovers – but partners, best friends and the yin to my yang! You are the woman who finally tamed Freaky Kiki. Thank you for being my typist, editor, manager, publicist and social worker at time – LOL! It’s an honor and blessing to finally walk out of prison after so many years and move forward plus share a life with an amazing woman like you. I LOVE YOU!

Jail Birds?

Jail Birds?
By King Steelo

I am currently the head auto mechanic and trustee at the prison I reside at. Every morning I drive a 4-wheeler to the front of the prison where the shop is located. There is a cluster of trees right across from the shop where flocks of birds live. The most common are the black birds, which are all black but their heads are a shiny blue and some purple. A couple of them have red on their wings too. They are the majority along with the small sparrows that I nicknamed ‘Tweety Pops’. The Tweety Pops make nests in the corners of buildings and the black birds live in the trees. I have also seen Robins, Blue Jays, Doves, Pigeons, Canadian Geese and my favorite – Mocking Birds.

The black birds and Tweety Pops are now use to me because I feed them every day. At lunch when the cosmic slop arrives – I throw it right outside of the shop and all the birds come to feed. They surprise me too because these birds eat everything. Their favorite is cornbread but they also eat rice, beans, corn, carrots, peas, mystery meat, bologna, mash potatoes and even left over chicken on the bone. It has gotten to the point that they land in front of the shop and wait for me. Sometimes they hop into the shop and ‘caw’ at me, which I assume is letting me know they’re hungry. They get closer and closer to me every day.

In some ways I envy these birds because if I had wings like them – I’d fly away from here and never return. Why do these birds like living on prison property? The black birds are the most entertaining. They make their feathers puff out, they fight each other, steal from each other and no matter what – one of them is always watching. I’ve recently learned they are territorial too. A week ago, I saw three of them jump a red tail squirrel that was attempting to climb their trees. A few days ago, I watched three of them chase a buzzard away. They stick together and I admire their unity. Too bad – we as people don’t do the same, especially in prison.

For the past two weeks, baby black birds have been popping up from all over. I guess it was mating season when I first made it out there. The other day, one of the baby birds got lost and landed in front of the shop. Of course it was cawing when I tried to pick it up. Then I saw its mother flying around in circles cawing at me but it didn’t attack me. I picked up a stick, gently got the baby bird to step on it, and then I raised it up to the tree and reunited it with its mother. It feels good knowing these birds trust me. I can’t pet them yet. Maybe one day.

I’ve been incarcerated for five years now and these birds are the closest thing I’ve had as a pet in forever. Studying these birds has actually humbled me in many ways. I don’t feel like I’m locked up when I’m feeding them and when I’m writing a book. How’s that for some jail cell therapy? Don’t get me wrong – I hate prison – and the only thing I’m gonna miss when I leave here later this year are the birds – my jail birds!

If anyone can give me info on black birds please e-mail me at authorkingsteelo@gmail.com Is it true that these birds carry diseases? I would like to know more about them – like why are their heads a different color and are they related to ravens and crows? I would also like to know more about Mocking Birds. They love whistling all day and they don’t fly away scared like other birds. They fly around me all day too and their feisty. They not scared of black birds – like the Tweety Pops. Holla ya boy…

No More Talking!

No More Talking!
By: King Steelo

Last Saturday night was supposed to be the fight of the century. We waited 5 1/2 years for Mayweather vs Pacquiao . Both of them were making 9 figures and it was set to be a breaking pay-per view event. The fight cost $100 to watch on TV – wow! Unfortunately we didn't get to watch it here in prison, but thanks to ESPN we were able to keep up with the round for round scorecard. In the end just as I predicted- ‘Money Mayweather’ came out victorious with a unanimous decision.

Honestly I don’t care if you don’t like the man, but there is no denying – Mayweather is pound for pound – the greatest boxer of the modern era. He is a strategic tactician in the ring. No one can adjust better and his defense is flawless. People talk shit claiming all he does is run, but if you could hit someone 4 times then move, before they could hit you once – wouldn't you? He’s fast as lightning and if you were smart – you would've bet everything on Mayweather. His nickname isn't ‘Money’ for nothing.

I tip my hat to Pacquiao for showing up and trying, but he needs to take his loss like a man. Forget making excuses about a hurt shoulder and that he should have won because Mayweather did nothing. The judges, the spectators and witnesses worldwide saw it different Pac-Man. You did well the first 6 rounds – then Mayweather adjusted, caught you with combos that Popeye could never match,he frustrated you and flat out – won the fight. Pacquiao take your 120 million and fly off into the Philippine sunset. Now you can focus on Congress – please don’t ask for a rematch!

So Mayweather is 48-0 – one fight of tying the record 49-0 set by Rocky Marciano ages ago. Mayweather claims he will fight in September again, then retire. Who will the opponent be? I don’t know, but why retire after tying the record for best ever? Mayweather why not fight again next May and retire 50-0 – The Greatest of All Time? Oh I get it – the money must be right – LOL! I’m sure it will be and I’ll be free to witness greatness. Thank you, Mayweather for all the years of great boxing. Yeah you talked a lot of shit, but you backed it up every time.

The Money Team reminds me of my team @ King Steelo Publishing. Maybe one day after you retire – get at me Mayweather and we can collaborate on the book of your greatness. We’ll call it – Money Talks, bullshit walks!!! Holla at me – now check out my first two books and leave an honest review.

Big Girls Need Love Too
Behind the Razor Wired Fence

Graduation Speech

Graduation Speech


Women lie- men lie, but numbers do not lie. The stats – The state of Louisiana is the world leader for incarceration. This state incarcerates more people per capita than any other country in the world. One out of 60 people in Louisiana are in prison. One out of 14 people are incarcerated, on parole or probation from Jefferson parish to Baton Rouge. One out of 7 people are incarcerated on parole or probation just in New Orleans alone and that’s the sad ass truth! Furthermore, Louisiana has an 80% recidivism rate. Recidivism means habitual or chronic relapse especially into crime for us – leaving prison and coming right back. Trust me I know – this is my 5th jost and I am not proud of being a convict. When I began this time – my hair was all black – 15 years later, I’m walking out of here with all gray hair.
So how do we stop or decrease recidivism? We can’t ask the state to change laws cause then we will be tappin' into their profits. So it’s on us to do it and make sure the younger generation doesn't follow in our footsteps. To my 1st offenders – the heaviest burden is on your shoulders. The easiest thing to do when you get out is to come right back. Why would you leave here and immediately return to the streets, hanging with that same crowd who forgot about you when you fell and do the same exact thing that go you here in the first place? Do you really wanna return to this human warehouse? It’s a controlled environment, but you’re not in control – security tells you when you can sleep, wake up, eat, go to yard, when you can watch TV or can’t, even in school – ain’t nothing to think about – this is not worth losing your freedom!
Now here we stand, men not boys leaving the can returning to society – but its engraved in our brains – we must do it with a plan.
Thank you Mrs. April for opening the door and giving us the opportunity to participate in a program where we can evaluate ourselves, better ourselves, get the knowledge and use of the right tools to not just returning to society, but remaining in the free world. “Re- Entry”
Thank you Mr. Johnson – Our journey started with you and right away we learned that we are our own deepest fear. We shared knowledge like food, great debates were the plate and you gotta be willing to change. Pay attention to those cues, which are physical signs that let you know anger is coming. What triggers that anger? It’s not a bad thing to swallow your pride – you can still be “Yeah.” Sometimes you have to think for the other person. There’s a big difference between boys and men. This ain’t juvie – we’re all men – let’s act like it.
Thank you Mrs. Petty – you taught us it was time to make realistic goals and achieve them. Jobs – some of us never had them. But the good thing about stats I mentioned earlier is that you can still get a job. It’s Louisiana – they might as well omit the question “Have you ever been convicted of a crime” on applications. Don’t be afraid to be honest. In Mrs. Petty’s class, we learned how to write a resume, write checks, balance a check book, how to conduct yourself on a job and getting along with co-workers makes a better work environment. It’s been working since the 60’s – like those throw back educational programs we had to watch.
Last but not least, take us home Ms. Jones. Communication rules the nation. There are 4 styles: Passive, Aggressive, Passive Aggressive and Assertive. Do you demand or manipulate others? Are you the listening or controlling type? Or are you the verbal or non-verbal type? Believe it or not – the way you communicate and your character will determine how you succeed in this world of technology. It’s on us fellas – we know the consequences. Why not start solving problems, avoiding confrontation, keep creativity, influence our loved ones, work with honest, respect others, gain trustworthiness and prosper with achievements?
There you have it brothers – the tools necessary to finally break away these chains of incarceration. We need to think outside the box and stay outta this box. If you only came to this program for goodtime and didn't digest the knowledge – you were faking and faking causes aching. You will be back – stuck in this vicious cycle of recidivism. Those of you leaving soon – remember temptation is waiting to ambush you as soon as you walk out of those gates. Maintain, be strong, don’t let peer pressure get you caught in a booby trap. So prepare yourself mentally – you can overcome. Don’t just talk about it – be about it. We all need to be pioneers of ending recidivism. Good luck my brothers – hopefully they won’t take forever to calculate your time and you can prove you’re ready to re-enter society!


Peace!
King Steelo

Ice Pick Villain

Ep. 1
Ice Pick Villain
By: King Steelo

Scene 1
Mike (main character) is on a lunch break from work. He’s enjoying a Subway sandwich when his co-worker, Curtis joins him.
Curtis: Yo Mike- what’s gotten into you lately? I can tell something’s been bothering you. Wanna talk about it bro?
Mike: Naw Man- it ain’t no biggie. Just problems at home with wifey.
Curtis: Really? I could have sworn you were happily married.
Mike: I thought so too but for the last few weeks it’s been nothing but turmoil between Sue and I. All we do is argue and fight. Now she works the graveyard shift which is when I’m sleeping and while I’m here working all day- she is at home getting her beauty sleep. It’s like she’s keeping her distance on purpose
Curtis: Damn- not that it’s any of my business but how do y’all make time to fuck?
Mike: We don’t- not like we used to! She’s always claiming to be tired and if we do- she doesn’t act like she’s into it.
Curtis: Aww man- I hate to tell you this but she’s playing you like a piano. She’s fucking someone else.
Mike: Naw dawg- she wouldn’t do that. It’s for better or for worse- We sticking to our wedding vows.
Curtis: Alright- if you say so my friend but this sounds like some shit that needs to be on Cheaters.
*Their boss walks into the break room.
Steve: Excuse me, sorry to interrupt fellas but I have some bad news. The owner has instructed me to cut back on some hours this week, so I’m gonna have to send one of y’all home early today.
*Mike and Curtis look at each other. Curtis is about to take the offer, but Mike beats him to it.
Mike: I ain’t feeling too good Curtis- so I’ll go home.
Curtis: You sure man?
Mike: I’m positive bro- lemme go home and get my mind right.
*They give each other dap and Mike leaves the premises.

Scene 2
It’s early afternoon and Mike is driving home. He turns unto his street and at the same time notices an unidentified car pulling into his driveway. So he parallel parks further down with a birds’ eye view. The driver gets out with a bunch of balloons. Sue (Mike’s wife) walks out of the house and meets Balloon boy in the driveway. She’s smiling from ear to ear and Mike has the devil in his eyes.

Scene 3
*dialogue between Sue and balloon boy in the drive way
Sue: Wow they’re pretty, but why balloons? Today isn’t my birthday.
Balloon Boy: I know baby- just wanted you to know the day you became mine- everyday will be your birthday.
Sue: Aww that’s sweet- thanks. You didn’t have to though- I told you just be patient.
Balloon Boy: I promised you I would Sue but my feelings for you have elevated. Besides you don’t need to be with that loser of a husband –just divorce him and I’ll pay for it.
Sue: I hear ya but don’t worry- I got this. Trust me- it will all work out. Now I have to go cook cause he’ll be home this evening.
Balloon Boy: Okay sweet cheeks- I’ll see you at work tonight.
*They hug and Sue gives him a quick kiss on the lips. He drives away and she returns inside

Scene 4
A pissed off Mike pulls into his driveway and runs inside. He slams the front door- startling Sue.
Sue: Hey honey- I didn’t know you were getting off early…
Mike: Who was the balloon bitch? (He screams in a rage)
Sue: What are you talking about? I got these from a co-worker last night…
Mike: So you’re gonna lie to my face? I was parked down the street and saw you outside with some faggot giving you balloons!
Sue: You’re stalking me now?
Mike: Stalking? You’re my wife you stupid slut! Then you had the nerve to kiss him on the lips- Fuck you!
*Suddenly, Mike backhands Sue across the face
Sue: Oh my God- you fucking woman beater! (She says clutching her face.) I’m calling the cops.
*Sue runs to the living room, picks up the landline telephone and dials 911
Scene 5
Two police officers are questioning Sue outside the driveway. Mike is in the backseat of a police car.
Officer #1: Are you sure you don’t wanna press charges ma’am? We can lock him up for domestic abuse battery…
Sue: No officer- I don’t wanna press charges. It was just a misunderstanding.
Officer #2: Some misunderstanding- his hand is stenciled across your face.
Officer #1: Don’t let him get away with it. If he hit you once- he’ll do it again. You can easily file a restraining order, just say the word. We can’t help you if you just brush this off.
Sue: I appreciate your concern but I love my husband- we’re just going through some hard times. My only request is that he stays at his mother’s house for a while and we seek marriage counseling.
Officer #1: Okay ma’am, have it your way. We’ll bring him inside to get some clothes – then escort him to his mother’s house.

Scene 6
Mike is sitting down eating dinner at his mother’s house. Christina (Mike’s mother) takes a seat at the table.
Christina: Where did you say that no good wife of yours is from again?
Mike: Oak Grove Mom!
Christina: Figures! All them whores from North Louisiana only know how to smoke meth and suck dick. You could’ve found you a good southern Belle right here in your hometown, instead of marrying some hot in the pants college girl.
Mike: Please stop Mom – I love Sue and she doesn’t get high. I only saw her give some dude a peck on the lips – it wasn’t like I caught her in bed with him.
Christina: Don’t worry – it won’t be long now. Some random guy bringing her balloons knowing she’s married means he’s fucking her or lobbying to. She’s probably fucking him right now as we speak.
Mike: That’s it – I lost my appetite. (He drops his fork and abruptly leaves.)
Christina: You’re just like your father Mike – a sucker for love. Slutty pussy was always his weakness and it brought him to an early grave (She yells)

Scene 7
It’s late night and Mike is driving down his street. He spots balloon boy’s car parked in the driveway and all the lights off in the house. He parks, grabs an ice pick from under his seat and creeps to the front door. He tries to use his keys but they don’t work because the locks have been changed. He jumps the backyard fence and peaks into his old bedroom window. Then his facial expression turns demonic as he sees Sue and balloon boy are fast asleep in his old bed. Mike jimmy’s the lock on the back door, enters the house quickly and makes his way to the bedroom.

Scene 8
Mike quietly makes his way to where balloon boy is sleeping and with all his might slams the ice pick right into his head. (Through the temple as balloon boy is sleeping on his side.) Then he pushes balloon boy off the bed. The loud thump wakes up Sue and she’s on the verge of screaming.
Mike: Sshhh (he says putting a finger on his lips)
Sue: Please don’t kill me – what do you want?
Mike: Some of what you gave him earlier tonight.
She gets up naked from under the covers, looks at balloon boy’s motionless body on the floor and says, “Let’s go to the living room.” She walks out of the bedroom and Mike follows her.

Scene 9
Mike is fucking sue in the doggy style position.
Sue: “yes baby – fuck me harder! You know I love you – beat this pussy up! Aw yes – baby Yes! This is your pussy!” (She’s desperately trying to reach her climax)
As they continue fucking – the audio is Mike’s voice as his conscience talking.
Mike’s Conscience: What the fuck are you doing? Here you are fucking this trifling bitch and you just killed her lover. He’s lying dead in the bedroom. How are you gonna get yourself out of this jam? Do you really think she’s gonna help you get rid of the body? She’s the only witness – how can you trust her? Once a cheater – always a cheater. As soon as you leave her side, she’s going to call the cops. Then while you’re doing life in prison – she’s gonna be fucking every Tom, Dick and Harry. There’s only one way out of this – Kill this bitch and get rid of both bodies yourself!
Suddenly Mike grabs the landline telephone, wraps the cord around Sue’s neck and begins choking the life out of her. “Die bitch” he says. Sue is struggling, trying to loosen the cord but Mike has a death grip on it. Then as she begins losing consciousness, someone jumps on Mike’s back forcing him to release the cord. Sue falls gasping for air and Mike flips the person over his back. It is balloon boy with the ice pick still lodged in his head.
Mike: What the fuck – I thought you were dead? (He says shocked) Sue runs out of the house screaming and Mike gives chase. Then she spots him and dives into a ditch. The neighbor’s lights come on. Mike hops in his car and peels off like a thief in the night.

Scene 10
Mike is hiding out by a friend’s house.
James: Man – what the hell you done got yourself into? You’re America’s Most Wanted! They keep posting your face on the news. You’re wanted for two counts of attempted murder and aggravated rape!
Mike: I didn’t rape nobody. I caught my wife cheating – so I shanked her lover – I thought I killed him. Then me and my wife made passionate love…
James: Passionate love after you almost killed a man? Whatever man – there’s a man hunt for you as we speak. I can’t risk catching a felony for housing you here.
Mike: Chill out man – just give me a few more days. I’ll stay out of sight – then make my way to the Mexican border. We go back a long way so help out an old friend in need.
James: I don’t know man…
‘BOOM’ the door is busted down and U.S. Marshalls rush in with guns drawn. Both James and Mike lay on the floor. One of the Marshalls detains Mike while James is helped to his feet.
Mike: What the fuck? You sold me out – I thought we were friends?
James: Sorry man there was a big reward for your capture and I got immunity from harboring a fugitive. I wish you the best bro.
*The Marshalls take Mike away in handcuffs

Scene 11
It’s in a courtroom. There’s a judge, a jury and Mike at the defense table wearing a suit sitting next to his lawyer. Sue is on the stand testifying.
Sue: For the whole year I was married to Mike – I lived in terror. In a blink of an eye he went from a sweet man to very demanding, possessive and the jealous type. Then came the abuse from verbal to physical. He would slap me worse than a step child and it only got worse after every argument.
Prosecutor: Why didn’t you call the cops after he hit you?
Sue: I did but I never pressed charges. I loved my husband and suggested marriage counseling. He didn’t agree until last time when he almost went to jail. So we agreed that he would stay at his mother’s house until we completed counseling, but we never got the chance to make it to one session.
Prosecutor: What happened on the night of July 7th?
Sue: Me and my friend Brandon fell asleep in my bed and no we didn’t have sexual relations. (Mike shakes his head and whispers to his layer that she is lying). Mike broke into the house that night. I had the locks changed so his keys didn’t work. I don’t know how he got in my room but I woke up from a loud noise. It was from Mike shoving the ice pick into Brandon’s skull. Then he pushed him off the bed, grabbed me and said, “You gonna give me some pussy or end up like your boyfriend.” (Sue starts crying.) He forced me to have sex with him – then he tried to choke me to death with the telephone cord. * She continues crying and her lawyer hands her some tissues. Mike grabs the legal pad on the desk and writes – ‘can’t this bitch go to jail for perjury – she’s lying through her teeth.’

Prosecutor: “Your honor – the state calls Brandon Foster to take the stand.”
Mike looks up and sees Balloon Boy taking the oath. As he’s being given the oath – Mike wonders what story he’s going entertain the jury with.
Prosecutor: Mr. Foster on the night of July 7th you were at the home of Sue Buchannon right?”
Brandon: Yes Sir
Prosecutor: And from Sue’s account y’all fell asleep in her bed – so what do you remember happening next?
Brandon: Well sir – something entered the side of my head with great force. But I didn’t feel nothing till I hit the floor.
Prosecutor: Did you see the person responsible?
Brandon: Yes sir – it was him right there. (He points to Mike)
Prosecutor: Let the record reflect that the witness is pointing at the defendant. Okay Mister Foster – so when did you lose consciousness?
Brandon: Actually sir – I never lost consciousness.
Prosecutor: Really? So you witness the defendant threaten then raping your friend Sue?
Brandon: See that’s the thing sir, from what I remember she asked him what do you want and he said what I got earlier meaning sex. So she told him let’s go to the living room. They both thought I was dead. Then I heard them having sex – she was screaming for joy not help!
*Murmurs explode from the crowd and the judge bangs his gavel. “Order in the court…”
Prosecutor: So you’re saying the defendant didn’t rape her?
Brandon: That’s right sir – the sex was consensual – would you like me to repeat what she was saying while catching an orgasm?
*Laughter breaks out amongst the spectators and the judge has to call for order again. Mike smiled for the first time in this trial.
Judge: Counselors approach the bench
Judge: Why the hell would you call a witness without knowing what they are testifying counselor. (He is speaking to the prosecutor)
Prosecutor: Your honor – I was led to believe this witness was unconscious and only testifying about being stabbed with an ice pick.
Defense Attorney: Well too bad – your honor – the defense is filing a motion for a mistrial.
Judge: Sorry counselor I’m gonna have to deny that motion. Your client still attempted to murder two people. I’m gonna postpone this trial to one week from today. In the meantime counselor (speaking to the prosecutor) I recommend you confer with the District Attorney and offer a plea agreement to the defendant, as it stands your star witnesses have set a forest fire on your case. Is that understood?
Prosecutor: Yes your honor
Defense Attorney: Thanks your honor

*Screen goes black – ‘6 Days Later’ pops up.
Mike is in a visiting room at the prison and his attorney walks in.
Defense Attorney: I have good news for you. The state is offering you ten years flat for sexual battery and assault with a deadly weapon.
Mike: 10 years after that debacle in court? Come on – they couldn’t do better than that like five years flat?
Defense Attorney: Honestly no – the fact remains you still attempted to murder them. Actually the prosecutor was pushing for 20 to 25 years, but the victim you stabbed with the ice pick stated 10 years was a well-deserved punishment. Your ex-wife eventually agreed too.
Mike: Are you serious?
Defense Attorney: As a heart attack! Matter of fact, I got a letter right here from the victim you stabbed. I think you should read it. (He hands the envelop to Mike)
Mike opens it and begins reading the letter. Audio is now of Brandon’s voice.
Brandon’s Voice: Dear Mike – I know that this is awkward me writing you after all that has happened but I am doing so for a few reasons. First and foremost, I wanna apologize for messing with your wife to begin with. I was begging her to divorce you in the beginning, but only because she claimed you were an abusive, selfish and malicious bastard. It wasn’t till after you stabbed me and hearing y’all fucking – did I realize that bitch was a compulsive liar. Second – I honestly forgive you for stabbing me. I’ve thought about it a million times and had I been in your shoes – I would’ve reacted the same way. Yes I’m scarred for life but I hold no grudges. That’s why leading up to trial – I heard they were sticking you with a rape charge. I had no choice but to tell the truth because I wouldn't want that weighing on my conscience. Last but not least, I agreed on 10 years because that was the state’s best offer. You know how it is in Louisiana – they want you to do time no matter what crime. I know it ain’t a cakewalk, but I wish you the best and hope you find closer. I have truly found mine. Peace Brandon.
*Mike looks up at his attorney and says, “You know what – I’ll take the 10 years. I’ll still get to see daylight in the future.”
Defense Attorney: Great decision Mike – See you tomorrow in court. (They both rise up and shake hands)
The End.

Kudos for Empire

Kudos for Empire
By: King Steelo


I am a big fan of TV drama series. Sons of Anarchy will forever be one of my all-time favorites. Those were 7 great seasons and they didn't disappoint. The Wire and Breaking Bad were also powerful and I hated seeing them end, but a great story can’t go on forever. The Walking Dead and Vikings were currently my favorite shows, until Empire arrived on the scene.
Of course I was able to relate to Empire being I’m a former rapper and C.E.O. of Scratch Pro Entertainment. This series didn't just give you the pros and cons of the music industry, but also when dealing with family, friends, sexual preference and lives we choose to live every day. Terrance Howard deserves an Oscar for playing the character, ‘Lucious Lyon.’ He’s the owner of Empire records and who we thought was dying from A.L.S. all season. He’s also not just about business; Lucious is in contact with his thug side and there’s no limit to what he’ll do to protect his family and empire.
Another Oscar winner should be Taraji P. Henson as ‘Cookie’ because she took the series to another dimension. She walked out of prison after 17 years and didn't hesitate to claim her piece of the business she helped build. She’s sassy, smart, and aggressive and carries herself as a giant in the male dominated music business world. Yours truly being incarcerated myself felt Cookie’s pain and she was my favorite character. Every Wednesday night here at the prison, day rooms of every dorm would be full with inmates watching Empire.
The three Lyon sons also made this series interesting. The oldest that is educated, business savvy, is in a relationship with a white girl, bi-polar and the one trying to sabotage the company. The youngest Hakeem is very talented as a rapper, but stubborn and easily influenced by his surroundings. This is exactly what happens to most black musicians today. The most controversy involved the middle son, Jamal because he’s gay and an embarrassment to his father. Yet he remained strong minded, true to himself and by far- the most talented as a musician. In the season finale, he was awarded the record label. Which paves the way for season 2 because the other two brothers are filled with jealousy and Lucious will be going to jail. Can Cookie hold it all together or will it crumble? In my opinion, Empire is the best drama series on TV after its opening season. I can’t wait for Season 2!
Now check out my Empire as I strive to become your favorite author. Read my first two novels and please leave an honest review.
Big Girls Need Love Too
Behind the Razor Wired Fence

After 25 years- The Magic is still there...

After 25 years - The Magic is still there
By: King Steelo

Twenty five years ago, I remember being a young knucklehead during my middle school years. Yep- I was the class clown, always flirting with the girls and running the streets. I'm not bragging on myself, but my personality and character made it hard to not notice me. Popularity was everything back then and I always brought attention to myself. At the same time, there was a lot of racism and even my neighborhood was diverse. White people lived in their section among each other, kept a neighborhood watch program and tried their hardest to raise their children with segregation.
Meanwhile, Blacks and Hispanics like myself resided in the drug infested, low income housing, high crime area which ironically was a few blocks away from the whites. There were a few incidents where my homeboys and I beat up some white dudes who were trying to be Neo-Nazi skinheads. Luckily it didn't turn into a race war because most of the whites in our area didn't openly promote their racism, they just wanted to be left alone. So we stayed on our side and they remained in theirs. We would only interact in school and years later when they would buy crack from us, but that's another story...
Anyway, I remember this chick in middle school named Amy, who ironically looked Mexican, but she was Caucasian. So of course she lived where all the white folks resided. I used to always catch her staring at me and I could tell she had a crush on me. I too would stare back and I was interested in her. But because of the times and our surroundings- jungle fever was dangerous to me and I was off- limits to her. We never got the chance to hook up.
During our high school years, Amy's parents took her out of the public school system. She was forced to go to private school and I began a life of crime. A quarter of a century would pass before I would ever see Amy again in person.
Amy would go on to get married and have 3 kids. Unfortunately, her husband didn't appreciate her and put her through years of hell. She tried her hardest to make her marriage work, but it only broke her down physically, mentally and spiritually. I myself ended up in turmoil relationships and as you already read in my first two novels- I would end up on a long prison term.
The crazy part is that Amy and I were able to get back in touch courtesy of Facebook. She was still married and I was home for a short period before returning to this living hell. We talked a few times, but nothing came of it.
Then last year in 2014 while in work release, I released my first novel on Amazon entitled Big Girls Need Love Too... One day I'm browsing through Facebook, promoting my book and I see Amy is currently online. So I send her a message asking does she read books? She replied immediately: " Oh my God- I'm reading your author profile right now on Amazon.." Afterwards, we began talking on the phone and reminiscing about back in the day. What I admired about her is she didn't pass judgement on me being currently incarcerated. Furthermore, I admired the way she raised her 3 children pretty much by herself and that gave her traits like my mother.
A few weeks later, Amy reveals to me she's good at editing and proofreading. At the time I was putting together my 2nd book. So I sent her my manuscript and she put it all together for me. I checked the final product and was very impressed. I released Behind the Razor Wired Fence on Amazon in early February 2015.
During 4 straight months, Amy and I would talk everyday. We became closer and unexpectedly began liking each other more than just friends. Then I was kicked out of work release because some police officers from LaSalle parish got offended from some of the material in Behind the Razor Wired Fence. So they shipped me back to prison and I couldn't call Amy for days. It was the first time time she shed her tears in a long time.
I eventually ended up way in Northeast Louisiana and I immediately got in touch with Amy. She didn't hesitate to put money on the phone, send me money for commissary, writes me all the time and even visits me. So it's safe to say- we have fallen in love. Amy is not just my girlfriend and editor- she's my present and future. Ever since that day we got in contact - she has made me feel- "Way Up There and Blessed!" Even after 25 years- the magic is still there. It's true- you can find Love in a hopeless place- thanks Rihanna! I'll be home soon moving forward with my life and Amy by my side. The future is ours- I LOVE YOU Amy- this was meant to be since back in middle school...