crack chronicles – part 1/3

She went back to the house to get her things.

She couldn’t take it anymore, wanted her own home and family.  Looking back, at it all now, I’m not sure what possessed her to think Nelson could give that to her.  It is so apparent now that he didn’t want her.  She was just a toy.  He had a baby’s mother hiding somewhere upstate and was staying with his woman’s uncle a mile or so from the World Trade Center.  She had met him through her best friend Tracy, with the crew over at the Phoenix on 18th and 8th avenue. 

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no, that wasn’t a red flag.

She had no idea how to differentiate from red flags. They had been waving in her face since birth.  Was this situation any different?

Nelson took her to his ‘place’ in Red Hook, Bklyn.

It was a deserted building. He shared it with a few others. 

Why couldn’t she see?

She was working at the time…  Manufactures Hanover Trust. 

She left her job for this twisted, crazy ideal of love.

She moved into the deserted building with Nelson,

And that’s where the fun began.

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2 thoughts on “crack chronicles – part 1/3

  1. Hindsight is 20/20. The term in itself isn’t hard to decipher but you never get it until you GET IT. You didn’t see it because you didn’t know any better. Just because you learned the hard way doesn’t mean you got the wrong lesson.

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