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“W-H-O-A, Z-O-O-M!
I’D LIKE, TO FLY FAR AWAY FROM HERE, HERE!
WHERE MY M-I-N-D, CAN BE FRESH AND CLEAR!
AND I, GOT A L-O-V-E, THAT I LONG TO SEE!
EVERYBODY CAN BE, WHAT THEY WANT TO BE”
—THE COMMODORES, featuring LIONEL RITCHIE, ZOOM
Zooming through undiscovered galaxies, a kindred spirit flies fast, far and free. His name—D R U N O B L E.
ONCE A SLAVE
Essay written by D R U N O B L E
This is not about my crimes.
This is not about my redemption.
It is about my life, and only that.
In the early summer morning of June 18th, 1979, there was a thunderstorm, and I was born. The falling rains would be a prelude to the struggles I would endure.
Mere months later, my biological father would abandon me to an uncertain future, this was the first of many abandons.
Like so many others of my generation, I faced the brute of an era of drugs, violence and pure apathy; lost souls and shattered dreams.
Cards placed on the table.
A gun, placed on my head.
My very sanity, daring me to play.
Years later, I would have two brothers and a sister who I’d have to watch over and take care, as if I were their father; in a single-parent home, with a mother on welfare. I learned in those early years that I possessed hidden talents while babysitting my siblings, as my mother gambled her nights away.
Abilities like drawing, making up fantastic stories, and losing myself in my imagination to worlds that existed only in my head, but at that time, none of this would be harnessed. No, instead, it was buried.
Only for a time.
Being a Gemini, there has always been two sides to me, each trying to conquer the other. One half intelligent, forgiving and understanding, the other, violent and self-destructive—this internal war would play out in my soul, going into my teens.
I ran the streets doing things most men twice my age had never done; a young man who’d aged before his years. Taught things of wrong, learned in things of pain. Too many crimes, but this is not about that. Whatever I did, I knew that there was something out there better.
I ignored that calling.
Mental chains shackled my mind, and I allowed it. I’d become a slave to the cycle of ignorance burdened to me.
When I was seventeen, I participated in a robbery. Any dreams I had after that were destroyed, and my life as I knew it—would come to a tragic conclusion.
Only for a time.
Soon after, I was tried and found guilty of murder in the second degree. Sentenced to twenty years to life, more time than both of my co-defendants put together; given three times the length than the actual murderer in my case.
Less than two years later, I was abandoned by everyone I once loved, and would be treated with stark realization, as if I were dead. A living ghost, faced with the bitter truth that people who I believed cared for me: family, friends, even my siblings, would turn their backs on me.
No letters.
No visits.
Nothing…
My bid was done in the harshest of ways—it was done alone.
And this would be for a time.
Being in prison can bring out the worse in a person… I aged before my years, living with hatred, consumed with misery and animosity; I let it feed me, teach and mold me.
This would be the darkest time in my life.
I learned that I wasn’t abandoned completely. GOD sent the one person who would get through to me, my angel, my godmother, Doris Rhett; a woman with more strength and love in her heart than anyone I’d known. Even when I tried to push her away and show that my madness was stronger, my godmother’s patience and understanding hand, did the impossible—she helped heal my demons, and eventually destroyed them.
She told me, “Son, you are not dead, the person you were is. GOD has other plans for you; I know this.” And she stood by me, unmoving—I love her for that; I always will.
It was time for a man to be reborn.
Eventually, I let my past go, shed the brewing anger. The chains that held my mind since childhood, shattered in a million pieces, and ironically, in the pit of prison.
For the first time in life, I was set free.
Natural-born talents, along with many I didn’t know I had, returned to me. I began to re-awaken my imagination, and ventured back into worlds that had never left my dreams, which had never ABANDONED me.
I found out that some members of my family would stand firm beside me, and a door would be open where I would meet new ones.
This would also be for a time.
Then came a day where a brother I respected and known for years, would hand me a note that had the name and address of a new writer and publisher—one looking to publish works of other thought-provoking writers. His company name is GHETTOHEAT®; his name is simply, HICKSON.
The voice of my godmother played in my head: “God has other plans for you.” I took that paper, and soon after, got a taste of those plans.
My name is D R U N O B L E.
I am an enigma of many things.
But I am a slave no more.
Now it’s time…
An excerpt from SONZ OF DARKNESS by D R U N O B L E
A GHETTOHEAT® PRODUCTION
“They won’t wake up. What did you let that woman do to our children, Wilfred?” Marilyn nervously asked.
“GET IN THE CAR!” Wilfred shouted. The expression on her husband’s face told Marilyn that he was somewhat scared. She hurried into the passenger’s seat, halting her frustration for the moment.
Wilfred didn’t bother to glance at his wife, as he started the vehicle’s ignition and drove off at rapid speed.
Marilyn stared silently at the right side of Wilfred’s face for ten minutes. She wanted to strike her husband so badly, for putting not only her, but their two children through the eerie circumstances.
I know you’re upset, Marilyn, but to my people this is sacred; it’s normal,” Wilfred stated, while his eyes were locked on the little bit of road the headlights revealed. Marilyn instantly frowned at his remark.
“Andrew and Gary were screaming inside that hut, and now they’re sound asleep. This is not normal, I don’t care what you say, this is wrong, Wilfred. That bitch did something to our kids, it’s like they’re drugged! Why the hell did you bring us out here? WHAT DID SHE DO TO THEM?” Marilyn loudly screamed, budding tears then began to run down the young, ebony mother’s face.
Wilfred then took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain his composure.
“Take us to the hospital!” Marilyn demanded.
“They don’t need a doctor, they’re perfectly healthy.”
“How can you say that? Just look at them,” Marilyn argued.
“Listen to me.”
“I don’t want to—”
“LISTEN TO ME!” Wilfred roared over his wife’s voice. Marilyn paused, glaring fiercely toward her husband as he spoke. “The Vowdun has done something to them; she’s given them gifts we don’t yet know. Marilyn, the Vowdun has helped many people with her magic, she once healed my broken leg in a matter of seconds. The Vowdun has brought men and women fame, wealth, and cured those stricken with deadly diseases. It was even told that she made a man immortal, who now lives in the shadows.”
“I’m a Christian, and what you’re talking about is satanic. You tricked me into coming out here to get Andrew and Gary blessed—you’re a liar!” Marilyn interjected.
“That is why we came to Haiti, and it has been done—the worse is now over.”
As the couple argued, Gary Romulus eyes opened. He remained silent and unknown to his parents.
The infant was in a trance, detached from his surroundings. Wilfred wasn’t paying attention to the road ahead; his vision was locked on his wife as they feuded. Gary was however. The newborn saw what his mother and father didn’t see, way ahead in the black night.
Two huge glowing crimson eyes stared back at the baby. They were serpentine, eyes Gary would never forget. They were the same eyes he and his brother, Andrew had seen in the hut; the Vowdun’s eyes. Gary reached across and gently touched his older brother’s shoulder, strangely Andrew awoke in the same catatonic state as his sibling.
“Everything is going to be okay, Marilyn. I tried to pay the Vowdun her price, but she refused,” Wilfred said. Marilyn gasped.
“A price?” Marilyn replied annoyingly, refusing to hear her husband’s explanation.
Andrew and Gary glared at the large red eyes, which were accompanied by an ever growing shadow that seemed to make the oncoming road darker. Lashing shadows awaited the vehicle.
“WHAT PRICE?” Marilyn then retorted, consumed with anger; she could easily detect the blankness of her husband’s mind. Wilfred now was at a loss of words, even he had no knowledge of what the Vowdun expected from him, that was the very thought that frightened the man to the core.
The car was moving at seventy miles per hour. The saddened mother of two turned away from Wilfred’s stare, at that moment, Marilyn couldn’t even bare his presence. When her sight fell on the oncoming road, Marilyn franticly screamed out in terror.
Wilfred instinctively turned forward to see what frightened his wife. His mouth fell ajar at the sight of the nightmarish form ahead of them. Filled with panic, Wilfred quickly tried to turn the steering wheel to avoid crashing.
It was too late.
The sudden impact of the collision caused the speeding car to explode into immense flames that roared to the night sky. The creature that had caused it suddenly disappeared, leaving behind its chaotic destruction and the reason for it.
Out of the flickering flames and screeching metal came young Andrew, who held his baby brother carefully in his fragile arms. An illuminating blue sphere then surrounded their forms, which kept Andrew and Gary unscathed from the fires and jagged metal of the wreckage; incredibly, the two brothers were physically unharmed.
Andrew walked away from the crash feeling melancholy. In the middle of his forehead was a newly formed third eye, which stared out bizarrely. Not until he and Gary were far enough away from the accident did Andrew sit down, and the blue orb vanished.
Gary then looked up at his older brother and cooed to get his attention. Andrew ignored him, he was staring at the flaming vehicle as their parents’ flesh burned horridly, causing a horrible stench to pollute the air. Through glassy eyes, Andrew’s vision didn’t waver, the child was beyond mourning.
Finally, Andrew gazed down at his precious baby brother before he embraced Gary. Gary smiled assured, unfazed by the tragic event. With his tiny arms, Gary then tried to reach upwards, to touch the strange silver eye on his brother’s forehead, playfully. Gary was as amused by the new organ as he would’ve been about a brand new toy.
“Mommy and daddy are gone now,” Andrew then sobbed, as streams of tears rolled down his young face. He was trying his best to explain his sorrow. “I will never leave you, Gary—I promise,” The young boy cried. Gary giggled, still trying to reach Andrew’s third eye as best he could.
F
or the price of the Vowdun to bestow her gifts from her dark powers to the children, Wilfred Romulus had paid the ultimate price—he and his wife’s lives. Their children were given gifts far beyond their father’s imagination, and for this, they were also cursed with fates not of their choosing. The future held in store untold suffering.
Andrew and Gary were no longer innocent, no longer children of Wilfred and Marilyn Romulus—they were now Sonz of Darkness.
DRU NOBLE, born and raised in New Rochelle, New York, is the product of a single-parent household. The oldest of three siblings, he learned early to escape the harshness of reality in life through creativity and imagination. A talented artist by nature, DRU NOBLE attended Southern Westchester Boces for Commercial Arts, in which he’s also a devote practitioner of the martial art form called Jukido Jujitsu.
In 1996, DRU NOBLE was unjustly found guilty of murder in the second degree for the involvement in a botched robbery when he was seventeen years old, and was sentenced to twenty years to life—a far more punishable sentence than both of his co-defendants; although DRU NOBLE didn’t commit murder in the midst of the crime. Instead of falling in the pit of madness, as many other inmates placed in his situation tend to, DRU NOBLE penned the urban science-fiction thriller, SONZ OF DARKNESS while incarcerated, unleashing a serious and dark journey into the sci-fi world. DRU NOBLE is currently writing future installments of the SONZ OF DARKNESS series while waiting to regain his freedom, ultimately creating a better future for himself and his family.
To mail comments or questions to DRU NOBLE, send all correspondence to:
GHETTOHEAT®
P.O. BOX 2746
NEW YORK, NY 10027
ATTENTION: DRU NOBLE
or e-mail him at: DRU@GHETTOHEAT.COM
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—NICE & SMOOTH, DOPE ON A ROPE
THE CONVICT’S CANDY TOUR ZOOMS ON:
10.14.06 @ 1pm-7pm Waldenbooks
880 N. Military Hwy, Norfolk, VA
9.2.06 @ 3pm-8pm Nubian Bookstore
2449 Southlake Mall, Atlanta, GA
9.1.06 @ 12pm-5pm Oasis Books, South Dekalb Gallery
2801 Candler Road, Decatur, GA
8.31.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. &
Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
8.27.06 @ 1pm-8pm Harlem Week 2006
West 135th Street, New York, NY
8.26.06 @ 1pm-8pm Harlem Week 2006
West 135th Street, New York, NY
8.25.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
8.24.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
8.19.06 @ 1pm-7pm Waldenbooks
880 N. Military Hwy, Norfolk, VA
8.18.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
8.17.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
8.12.06 @ 4pm-6pm As The Pages Turn Book Club
Café 3801 (Book Club Discussion)
3801 Market Street, Philadelphia, PA
8.12.06 @ 11am-4pm Borders Express
9th & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA
8.11.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
8.10.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
8.4.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
8.3.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
7.29.06 @ 1pm-7pm Ligorious Bookstore Inc.
2385 West Cheltenham Square Mall, Philadelphia, PA
7.28.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
7.27.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
7.22.06 @ 11am-7pm The Harlem Book Fair 2006, Section S53
West 135th Street, New York, NY
7.21.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
7.20.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
7.15.06 @ 1pm-7pm Urban Knowledge, Mondawmin Mall
2301 Liberty Heights Avenue, Baltimore, MD
7.13.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
7.9.06 @ 2pm-7pm Waldenbooks
1061 Green Acres Mall, Valley Stream, NY
7.8.06 @ 2pm-7pm Waldenbooks
5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY
7.7.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
7.6.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
6.30.06 @ 3:30pm-7:30pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Gallery Mall
10th & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA
6.30.06 @ 11am-3pm Borders Express
9th & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA
6.29.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
6.25.06 @ 12pm-4pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Gallery Mall
30 Mall Drive West, Jersey City, NJ
6.24.06 @ 2pm-6pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Gallery Mall
30 Mall Drive West, Jersey City, NJ
6.23.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
6.22.06 @ 11am-6pm Khalil (Street Vendor Signing)
15th Street & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA
6.17.06 @ 1pm-6pm Waldenbooks
7749 East Point Mall, Baltimore, MD
6.16.06 @ 3pm-8pm Bookman (Street Vendor Signing)
Location to be determined, Washington, DC
6.16.06 @ 11am-2pm Expressions Books
222 North Paca Street, Baltimore, MD
6.15.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
6.11.06 @ 10am-8pm Odunde African Festival 2006/Empire Books
South 3rd Street, Philadelphia, PA
6.10.06 @ 1pm-5pm Nu-Xpressions
92 Main Street, Paterson, NJ
6.9.06 @ 12pm-5pm The Black Library
325 Huntington Avenue, Boston, MA
6.8.06 @ 7pm-8:30pm Brownstone Books
409 Lewis Avenue, Brooklyn, NY
6.8.06 @ 11am-5pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
6.4.06 @ 2pm-7pm Waldenbooks
5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY
6.4.06 GHETTOHEAT®: 3RD YEAR ANNIVERSARY
6.3.06 @ 2pm-7pm Waldenbooks
1061 Green Acres Mall, Valley Stream, NY
6.2.06 @ 12pm-6pm Empire Books
6106 Germantown Avenue, Philadelphia, PA
5.26.06 @ 3:30pm-7:30pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Gallery Mall
10th & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA
5.26.06 @ 11am-3pm Borders Express
9th & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA
5.25.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing)
164th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY
5.20.06 @ 2pm-6pm Waldenbooks
5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY
5.19.06 @ 5pm-8pm Borders Express
2000 Route 38, Cherry Hill, NJ
5.19.06 @ 11am-3pm Borders Express
1625 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, PA
5.14.06 @ 2pm-6pm Waldenbooks
5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY
5.13.06 @ 2pm-8pm Waldenbooks
1061 Green Acres Mall, Valley Stream, NY
5.7.06 @ 12pm-4pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Gallery Mall
30 Mall Drive West, Jersey City, NJ
5.6.06 @ 12pm-6pm Waldenbooks
880 N. Military Hwy, Norfolk, VA
5.5.06 @ 1pm-7pm Waldenbooks
701 Lynn Haven Pkwy, Virginia Beach, VA
CONVICT’S CANDY, written by DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS & JASON POOLE, ESSENCE best-selling author of LARCENY. CONVICT’S CANDY, Available at: B.Dalton, Barnes & Noble, Borders, Borders Express, Waldenbooks, all African-American bookstores and everywhere else where books are sold. Buy it today. ISBN 0-9742982-2-0.
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“COME ON AND ZOOM, ZOOM ,ZOOM, ZOOM-A-ZOOM-ZOOM-A-ZOOM!” Remember that, people? Back in the days when “people wore pajamas and lived life was slow.” Today, everything moves so quick, sometimes, too quick. Time zooms by fast, the hustle—even faster, and unfortunately the youth have become the fastest…
“I WAS GETTIN’ SOME HEAD, GETTIN’-GETTIN’ SOME HEAD!” was the tune that loudly blared from the 13-year-old, teenaged girl’s cell phone before she answered it, one who sauntered swiftly and hard up to my table with swinging hips, in a mini-skirt. I was doing a book signing at Waldenbooks in Norfolk, Virginia when this occurred.
“Um, excuse me, little girl, what do you know about ‘gettin’ some head’, and why do you have that song programmed as your ring tone? You are too young to be listening to that, more-or-less know the meaning of the lyrics,” was what I said to her.
“Whah?! I ain’t no lil’ girl, look at me.” Her body says 21, but I know better: BABYWOMAN, is what I thought. “And I know what the song is about, and definitely know what it means!” is what she spat back at me with a southern accent, all while looking in my eyes…seductively.
I know this young girl isn’t flirting with me… “You out shopping today with your parents?”
“No, my mama home.”
“Oh word? So, what brings you to the mall today, young lady?”
“I came here to get a new book.”
“Oh, alright.” There’s hope. “So what type of books you like to read?”
“Street books!”
Hmmm. “You read urban fiction?”
“Mmhmm, yeah!”
“I don’t mean to be all up in your business, but I’m curious—how old are you?”
“Thirteen, why?”
“And what’s the latest book you’ve read?”
The young girl then told me the title of the book she’d read. Rhymes with “more.”
Did BABYWOMAN just say what I think she said? “What? …Your mother knows you read that book?”
“Yeah! She the one who gave it to me!” the young girl snapped back defiantly, before her cell phone rang loudly again and she walked away rudely.
At that point, my blood started to boil. I wanted to crack her skull! And her mama’s, too! I then started to ponder, “What type of mother would encourage her 13-year-old child to read such a title?” I then answered my own question: “The same type of mother who I saw last year with her teenaged daughter at a Brooklyn bookstore, who purchased a book for her child that’s geared towards adults. The author’s name rhymes with “Wayne.”
A different day and age from yesteryear.
I cringe sometimes as I, even being from the streets, see certain raunchy titles of books, ones having overly explicit artwork, heavily focusing on sex, drugs and violence. This seems to be the constant trend these days among certain publishers, using shocking titles and having hardcore graphics on the covers.
“LIVIN-IN-THE-WORLD OF GHETTO-LIFE…”
Sensationalism.
Yet, how many more racy titles and covers do we need with greased up, half-naked, scantily clad women, or men either pointing guns with the left hand while toting “peru” (cocaine) with the right? Obviously more for most, as the masses continue to feast upon such material.
A different day and age from yesteryear.
Please don’t get the wrong idea from me, people, because I’m far from hating or from pulling a “Lauryn Hill” (preaching); not my style. I’ve just become so disgusted recently with the direction in which the publishing industry is heading in. Even the big publishing houses are cashing in on the “hood” trend; check the imprints on the covers.
Business is business, right?
I personally, have no desire to go this route. I feel that one can still convey messages about street-life in a responsible manner, without being so crass. I also understand that most times, other than to capitalize on explicit, attention-grabbing book covers for huge sales, publishers want to have their artwork authentic by “keepin’ it gully” (ghetto), I can respect that, but must one exploit the urban streets in the process? Is it really necessary to “pimp the hood?”
Many may argue the fact that I’m also heading in the same direction, being a writer who composes works with subject matters pertaining to “the hood”, and by having a company called “GHETTOHEAT®.“ Well, for one, in my material, I never glorify or glamorize street-life, inner-city trappings or thug-mentality. I actually show the streets and the people in their rawest form, showing a contrast of all sides by painting the good and the bad, and the ugly; most times having messages throughout my works—ones blatantly obvious, others being subliminal. Yet, the reader who pays full attention while reading my selections, get the gist.
Don’t just look at the tree, look at the entire forest.
As far as my company being named “GHETTOHEAT®,” that was a personal decision that I made. I wanted my company’s name to reflect the intensified energy from the urban streets, one that would eventually spread rapidly worldwide. A name that exemplifies the ambition, creativity, desire, excitement, force, hotness, love, lust, passion, power and strength of the people! As well as our troubles.
That’s GHETTOHEAT®!
All elements wrapped into one. Elements which are extreme and unexpected, rising at any given moment, without warning....
GHETTOHEAT®: THE HOTNESS IN THE STREETS!!!™
Although many are still misled about the name when they see or hear it, that was the reason for naming my company GHETTOHEAT®: a company for all people, especially those who are indigenous to me, one that they can easily relate to and identify with, who has great products geared towards them, and most importantly, an organization and movement created by one of their own—HICKSON, dude from 8th Avenue in Harlem. “Uptown” as real heads (people) often refer to the location.
So there you have it, folks, I’ve said my peace. Know that I’m still doing everything that I said I would since the creation of GHETTOHEAT®. I’m still creating great works, and now have wonderful artists with the company who are doing the same. I’m still promoting literacy, worldwide, still INDEPENDENT and most importantly, I continue to live with conviction and maintain integrity, each and everyday that I’m granted.
I WILL NOT SELL OUT! I AM MOVED BY PASSION, NOT BY MONEY, AND DEFINITELY CAN’T…BE…BOUGHT!
PERIOD!
Although, I’ve gotten offers…the answer is still NO!
N. O.! HELL NO!
NO!
I’ve said my peace.
ANNOUNCEMENTS FOR THE PEOPLE:
1. GHETTOHEAT® is turning three next month—can you believe it? Yes, people, three whole years in business, as June 4th, 2006 is our anniversary. How are we celebrating it this year? HUSTLING!!! We want to still be here June 4th 2007!!! (Smile) Thank all OF you wonderful people in advance who’ve supported THE GHETTOHEAT® MOVEMENT.
2. Special thanks to HARLEMADE, our platinum sponsor at GHETTOHEAT® whose gear and accessories are always so fresh, fly, fabulously flambuukie (Hotness)! Visit HARLEMADE’s style shop at 174 Lenox Avenue, located between 118th and 119th Street, or log on to their web site at: HARLEMADE.COM.
3. “WHO’S THAT LADY?” She’s SHA: The First Lady of GHETTOHEAT®, and from the many inquires I’ve received about her, especially from all the brothers on lockdown (Shout out to the entire Bureau of Prisons. Thanks for the “bones!”), I see you really want to get to know SHA… Well, you all will have that opportunity in a hot-minute to see why sweet, sassy SHA likes it HARDER! HARDER, the wickedly suspenseful trilogy by SHA: The First Lady of GHETTOHEAT®, coming soon…
4. Thanks for all the love and support you’ve also shown my artists, DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS and JASON POOLE, as they appreciate all of your kind words. You can continue sending them both e-mails at: AMIN@GHETTOHEAT.COM and JASON@GHETTOHEAT.COM. You can also leave messages for them on the message board on GHETTOHEAT.COM, as well as send them both letters at the P.O. Box printed below. Make sure you’re addressing the proper party when sending your correspondence. Thanks.
5. People, I haven’t forgotten about the sixth series of the WRITE HERE!!! WRITE NOW!!! on GHETTOHEAT.COM—it’s in the making and on its way. For future consideration for the upcoming series, email your pieces to WRITE@GHETTOHEAT.COM, or mail them to the P. O. Box also. Thanks again in advance and keep writing!
Folks, there’s a lot going on in the world of publishing for me to cover, but I said enough for today; yet there’s always tomorrow, LORD WILLING. I will continue to speak my mind, but most importantly, I will speak more by my actions. In the meantime, I will zoom around town promoting literacy, zooming fast like the characters in DRU NOBLE’s brilliantly-crafted urban sci-fi tale, SONZ OF DARKNESS.
People, you’re going to love his series of urban sci-fi when it’s release, as when I read it, I found it to be well-written, action-packed, refreshing and different from what’s abundantly flooding the market today. In due time, DRU NOBLE will also showcase his other works which are much different from the mentioned above, nonetheless, you will appreciate it as I do. The brother has skills, and he knows martial arts—“A-JUDO: A-CHOP-CHOP-CHOP! A-JUDO: A-CHOP-CHOP-CHOP!” Do you remember what episode of The Flintstones that phrase came from? (Smile).
I hoped you gained a little bit more about me, GHETTOHEAT® and the industry from this newsletter, as my purpose were to drop my jewels on you. You know what I mean!
Adios!
“ZOOM!
ZOOM, BABY!
I’D L-I-K-E…TO F-L-Y…AWAY
WELL, I’D-LIKE-TO-FLY-AWAY
ZOOM-ZOOM!
WELL, I’D-LIKE-TO-FLY-AWAY
ZOOM!
ZOOM, BABY!
I’D L-I-K-E…TO F-L-Y…AWAY
WELL, I’D-LIKE-TO-FLY-AWAY
ZOOM-ZOOM!
WELL, I’D-LIKE-TO-FLY-AWAY
ZOOM!
ZOOM, BABY!
I’D L-I-K-E…TO F-L-Y…AWAY
WELL, I’D-LIKE-TO-FLY-AWAY
ZOOM-ZOOM!
WELL, I’D-LIKE-TO-FLY-AWAY
ZOOM!
ZOOM, BABY!”
(Fade to black)
HICKSON
CEO of GHETTOHEAT®
Publisher of GHETTOHEAT®, CONVICT’S CANDY, BIG PIMPIN’, SKATE ON!, HARDER & SONZ OF DARKNESS
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