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G H E T T O H E A T® “SAY IT LOUD: I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD! SAY IT LOUD: I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD! SAY IT LOUD: I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD! SAY IT LOUD: I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD!” —JAMES BROWN THAT NIGGER’S CRAZY by the late great comedian RICHARD PRYOR, loudly surrounds my room, as I’m listening to his humorous skits while typing this newsletter, reminiscing on how as a child, I was always told to immediately leave the living room whenever my parents would play RICHARD PRYOR’s controversial albums while entertaining their guests. Back then in the late 70s it was totally understood: unless it was a family gathering, children were not allowed in the same room where adults mingled in during parties—adults socializing was considered “grown folks’ business”. At that time, children obeyed their parents, orders were followed—respect was given. Nowadays, kids talk recklessly and disrespectfully to their elders in public, some even rudely boss around their own parents, telling them what to do while living under their parents’ roof. Recently, I’ve even witnessed a young mother and her daughter hanging out at the club, drinking and smoking weed together while picking up dates—go figure. The sign of the times….the days we live in. Well everyone, it’s February and there’s a lot to celebrate this month. For one, my birthday is on the 4th, I’ll be 36-years-young! What will I be doing you ask? Meeting up with the people and sharing my birthday gift with you all: signing copies of CONVICT’S CANDY at Waldenbooks (See below for details). Secondly, it’s Black History Month, although I feel that we should all be celebrating Black History every month—one month is just not enough. Yet at GHETTOHEAT®, were doing things a little different here. In addition to following-up on our heroes of the past, we’ve officially made the month of February, TRE BLACK’s HISTORY MONTH. During this month, you will learn all about TRE BLACK, author of HOODFELLAZ, one of the newest members of THE HOTNESS IN THE STREETS!!!™ here at GHETTOHEAT®. Every year at this time, you will get to know a little more about young TRE BLACK’s past, witness his journey in life, seeing exactly where TRE BLACK is heading in the near future. I’m personally making sure TRE BLACK continues to stay on a straight and narrow path, but would like for you to do the same. To send him words of encouragement or empowerment, send him an e-mail at TRE@GHETTOHEAT.COM, or write him at: GHETTOHEAT® P.O. BOX 2746 NEW YORK, NY 10027 ATTENTION: TRE BLACK Better yet, come meet TRE BLACK, as he will be assisting me on tour, as I sign copies of CONVICT’S CANDY, the new controversial book written by DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS and JASON POOLE, ESSENCE best-selling author of LARCENY. “HUSTLE-HUSTLE-HUSTLE-HICKSON’s-HUSTLIN’-HARD-HUSTLE-HUSTLE-HUSTLE-HURRY-HICKSON -HURRY:HUSTLE!!!” THE CONVICT’S CANDY TOUR: 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 8.27.06 @ 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 7.22.06 @ 11am-7pm The Harlem Book Fair 2006, Section S53 West 135th Street, New York, NY 6.24.06 @ 12pm-7pm Nubian Heritage Presents: Rainbow Bright 2037 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 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 6.11.06 @ 10am-8pm Odunde African Festival 2006/Empirian 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 6.4.06 @ 2pm-7pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 6.3.06 @ 2pm-7pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 6.3.06 GHETTOHEAT’s 3rd ANNIVERSARY 5.21.06 @ 2pm-6pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 5.20.06 @ 2pm-6pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 5.19.06 @ 12pm-3pm Waldenbooks 30 Rockefeller Center, New York, NY 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 5.12.06 @ 5:30pm-7:30pm Diana Books Plus 697 Stanley Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 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 4.29.06 @ 3pm-7pm Urban Knowledge 123 Christiana Mall, Newark, DE 4.29.06 @ 12pm-3pm Borders Express 123 Christiana Mall, Newark, DE 4.28.06 @ 3pm-8pm Borders Express 1365 N. Dupont Highway, Dover, DE 4.22.06 @ 1pm-7pm Ligorious Bookstore Inc. 2385 West Cheltenham Mall, Pennsylvania, PA 4.21.06 @ 5pm-8pm Borders Express 2000 Route 38, Cherry Hill, NJ 4.21.06 @ 11am-3pm Borders Express 1625 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, PA 4.15.06 @ 4pm-7pm Karibu Books, Prince George’s Mall 3500 E. West Hwy., Hyattsville, MD 4.15.06 @ 12pm-3pm Karibu Books, Iverson Mall 3737 Branch Avenue, Hillcrest Heights, MD 4.14.06 @ 12pm-3pm Waldenbooks 30 Rockefeller Center, New York, NY 4.13.06 @ 12pm-3pm A & B Books 146 Lawrence Street, Brooklyn, NY 4.9.06 @ 2pm-6pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 4.8.06 @ 3pm-7pm Shades Of Nubian 7 Station Plaza, Hempstead, NY 4.8.06 @ 12pm-3pm Bestsellers Bookstore 43 Main Street, Hempstead, NY 4.7.06 @ 7pm-8:30pm Barnes & Noble 290 Baychester Avenue, Bronx, NY 4.7.06 @ 12pm-3pm Waldenbooks 30 Rockefeller Center, New York, NY 4.6.06 @ 7pm-8:30pm Barnes & Noble 675 Sixth Avenue on 8th St., New York, NY 4.6.06 @ 12pm-3pm A & B Books 146 Lawrence Street, Brooklyn, NY 4.2.06 @ 12pm-5pm Mejah Books, I-95 Tri-State Mall 333 Naamans Road, Claymont, DE 4.1.06 @ 12pm-8pm Mejah Books, I-95 Tri-State Mall 333 Naamans Road, Claymont, DE 3.31.06 @ 3:30pm-7:30pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Gallery Mall 10th & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA 3.31.06 @ 11am-3pm Borders Express 9th & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA 3.26.06 @ 2pm-6pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 3.25.06 @ 1pm-7pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Livingston Mall 112 Eisenhower Parkway, Livingston, NJ 3.24.06 @ 5pm-8pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 3.23.06 @ 7pm-8:30pm Brownstone Books 409 Lewis Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 3.19.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing) 165th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY 3.18.06 @ 2pm-6pm Nubian Heritage 168-14 Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY 3.17.06 @ 2pm-6pm Nubian Heritage 155-03 Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY 3.16.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing) 165th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY 3.12.06 @ 12pm-4pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Gallery Mall 30 Mall Drive West, Jersey City, NJ 3.11.06 @ 2pm-6pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Gallery Mall 30 Mall Drive West, Jersey City, NJ 3.10.06 @ 5pm-9pm Waldenbooks 1061 Green Acres Mall, Valley Stream, NY 3.10.06 @ 12pm-3pm Waldenbooks 30 Rockefeller Center, New York, NY 3.9.06 @ 6pm-8pm Hue-Man Bookstore 2319 Frederick Douglass Blvd., New York, NY 3.9.06 @ 12pm-3pm A & B Books 146 Lawrence Street, Brooklyn, NY 3.7.06 @ 6pm-8pm Barnes & Noble 105 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 3.5.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing) 165th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY 3.4.06 @ 3pm-7pm Nubian Heritage 2037 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 3.3.06 @ 3pm-7pm Nubian Heritage 560 Fulton Street, Brooklyn, NY 3.3.06 @ 12pm-3pm A & B Books 146 Lawrence Street, Brooklyn, NY 3.2.06 @ 12pm-3pm A & B Books 146 Lawrence Street, Brooklyn, NY 2.26.06 @ 8pm-12am Escuelita, featuring Harmonica Sunbeam ($8 Admission) 301 W. 39th Street, New York, NY 2.25.06 @ 12pm-8pm Mejah Books, I-95 Tri-State Mall 333 Naamans Road, Claymont, DE 2.24.06 @ 5pm-8pm Mejah Books, I-95 Tri-State Mall 333 Naamans Road, Claymont, DE 2.24.06 @ 11am-3pm Borders Express 9th & Market Street, Philadelphia, PA 2.23.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing) 165th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY 2.19.06 @ 2pm-6pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 2.18.06 @ 2pm-8pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 2.17.06 @ 5pm-8pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 2.17.06 @ 12pm-3pm A & B Books 146 Lawrence Street, Brooklyn, NY 2.16.06 @ 12pm-3pm A & B Books 146 Lawrence Street, Brooklyn, NY 2.12.06 @ 12pm-4pm B. Dalton Bookseller, Newport Mall 30 Mall Drive West, Jersey City, NJ 2.11.06 @ 2pm-7pm Waldenbooks 1061 Green Acres Mall, Valley Stream, NY 2.10.06 @ 11am-7pm Massamba (Street Vendor Signing) 165th St. & Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY 2.9.06 @ 12pm-3pm A & B Books 146 Lawrence Street, Brooklyn, NY 2.5.06 @ 2pm-6pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 2.4.06 @ 2pm-7pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY 2.3.06 @ 5pm-8pm Waldenbooks 5324 Kings Plaza Center, Brooklyn, NY CONVICT’S CANDY, written by DAMON “AMIN” MEADOWS and JASON POOLE, ESSENCE BEST-SELLING author of LARCENY; buy it today!!! ISBN 0-9742982-2-0 ANNOUNCEMENTS FOR THE PEOPLE: 1. February 7th is National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day, have you been tested recently? It’s troubling to know that even in 2006, many people are still uneducated about the deadly HIV/AIDS virus, where many aren’t practicing safe sex; especially those within the Black community, with reports indicating that the HIV/AIDS virus rate is highest amongst African-American women today. To learn more on how to protect yourself from the HIV/AIDS virus, contact the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention Department of Health and Human Services at 800-CDC-INFO or log on to WWW.CDC.GOV. To also participate in upcoming HIV/AIDS Awareness events, log on to WWW.BROOKLYNPROJECTLIVES.ORG. 2. On Sunday, February 26th at 8pm, I’ll be signing copies of CONVICT’S CANDY at the club, ESCUELITA, hosted by the hilarious, talented and vivacious female impersonator, HARMONICA SUNBEAM. Come out and get a signed copy of the new controversial book, while witnessing the crazy antics of HARMONICA SUNBEAM, gyrating male go-go boys, and live drag queen performances (If that’s your thing). Admission is $8, Doors open at 8pm, each and every Sunday at ESCUELITA, located at 301 W.39th Street, between 8th and 9th Avenue. Bring lots of singles…See you there! 3. What more can I say about my platinum sponsor, HARLEMADE, one of the hottest style shops in Harlem. HARLEMADE is always on the pulse of what’s fresh on the streets, providing you with innovative sportswear and accessories to choose from. One of the reasons why I’m always rocking HARLEMADE pieces while on tour. To get your fly HARLEMADE gear, visit the style shop at 174 Lenox Avenue, located between 118th and 119th Street, or log on to WWW.HARLEMADE.COM 4. “IF I RULED THE WORLD…I’D FREE ALL MY SONS, I LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, B-A-B-Y! BLACK DIAMONDS AND PEARLS…IF I RULED THE W-O-R-L-D!” Shout out to my people at the following correctional facilities: Alderson, Arthur Kill, Bedford Hills, Auburn, Clinton, Coleman, Collins, Eastern, Edgefield, Elmira, FDC Philadelphia, Fishkill, Great Meadow, GreenHaven, Helena, Jefferson City, Lakeview Shock, Livingston, Louisiana State, Manchester, Rikers Island, Polkton, Polk Youth, Roanoke, Rosharoy, SCI Fayette, SCI Greene, Sing Sing, Shawangunk, Southport, Sullivan, Tucker, Upstate, Wende, and Wilmington. Thanks for supporting GHETTOHEAT® always! Stay focused, remain focused, be strong!!! Keep your head up!!! 5. GHETTOHEAT® is interested in reviewing your manuscript. Send all manuscripts with a cover letter containing background information of yourself and a snapshot photo to: GHETTOHEAT® P.O. BOX 2746 NEW YORK, NY 10027 Please allow at least 60 days for the review process. Thanks! “TO BE YOUNG, GIFTED AND BLACK”: TRE BLACK’s HISTORY REPORT 1978 - I was born on the 30th of August in the county of Dade City of Miami. I can’t really remember my mother, whose name is Donnilla Delores Black; I only know this because of my birth certificate. Other than that, I have no recollection of her physical appearance whatsoever. But on the other hand, I’d felt the love my mother had for me, one given in her own special way. Like for my second birthday, I remember her throwing me a birthday party. My mother had gotten me a great big boom box that had all types of crazy disco lights on it. The radio was so huge, that I wouldn’t step foot near it, fearing that it might fall on top of me and I’d get crushed. Reflecting back, I now realize that the boom box was just a small birthday present for me, my mother’s real gift to me was my baby sister, Christie Love Black; who’s two years younger than me. 1984 - My mother had begun having problems, ones that had proved to be lethal for me and my sister; who at the time was four-years-old, and me, being six back then. One day, my mother had moved us all out of our apartment abruptly, and had decided not to pack any clothing or suitcases for us. It was in the dead of winter, and the three of us were bundled up on a cold-ass Greyhound bus, in route to New York City’s Port Authority. I remember it so vividly because it was the first time I’d ever been on a bus, let alone on a trip that long. I’d been amazed at the scenic landscape we’d passed by state-by-state, until we’d arrived in New York City. My mother then pointed out the Twin Towers, which for me, was an astounding experience; as I’d watched the two massive skyscrapers light up the crisp night air, with its colorful array of lights on each floor. She’d then informed me and my sister that we were going to visit our grandfather, Julius, who was West Indian. 1985 - At this time I was seven years old. One year after living with my so-called grandfather, who’d decided that he didn’t want the responsibility of raising two young children, had packed two little suitcases for me and my sister, and had placed our bags outside of his front door. A few minutes later, two women then pulled up in a blue Oldsmobile, got out, and had begun walking towards me and my little sister. They’d proceeded to take our bags, and had escorted us to their parked vehicle. My sister had immediately begun to cry, while I on the other hand, sat in the back seat of the small car, and had looked straight ahead; not even bothering to look behind me. I’d soon adapted this same manner of handling situations that had crossed my road on this journey called life. 1990 - My sister and I had been shifted from one foster home to another. The experiences in those unknown people’s homes had proved to be detrimental to us, due to the lack of proper care. Eventually, like all foster care siblings, we’d been split up; my sister had gone to a different place, and I was shipped to a group home out in East New York, Brooklyn. The separation had been the worst decision that the system had made for us, affecting me and my sister terribly; she and I being two young close siblings, who just three years earlier, had our birth mother in their lives before being abandoned—forcefully thrown into the mix of strangers. My sister and I then turned to each other comfort, one that we’d both longed for from our mother. At this time, I had to make some major changes in my life, in order for us to survive. So I’d become a big brother, mother, father and provider for my sister. I’d also put myself into the S.O.H.K. Academy: School Of Hard Knocks, and had taken a quick course called “Streets 101”. Making money had come easy for me within the first two weeks on the streets. I’d been promoted to what in the baseball league, a team player called a “pitcher”, the same term used for one selling crack. I’d provided my sister with a weekly allowance of $50, and had also paid for her clothing, shoes, hairdos, toiletries and food. She’d still been living in a foster home out in St. Albans, Queens, where I would meet up with my sister and spend the whole day with her. It had gotten to the point that one of my main goals back then was to have an apartment when I’d turn twenty-one, so I could get full custody of my sister; in order for her not to have to go through the same shit that I’d gone through. But like all “niggaz” out in the street, making money while risking their lives, I’d gotten shot in the arm; the bullet had gone straight through my arm at the elbow, only hitting flesh (thank God). But on the real, God really was with me that day. The shooter was fifteen years old, and his stupid ass had emptied the entire clip at me, in which he’d missed sixteen times; before finally hitting me in the arm. When he’d popped the last shot, I’d gotten hit by a ricochet bullet. The hole in my arm was the size of a quarter; I could literally stick my finger through the hole and watch it come out the other side. I’d been taken to Brookdale Hospital in Brooklyn, where my baby sister, who had been ten years old at the time, had run away from home to come see me. That was the best feeling in the whole wide world, seeing her crying face in the doorway of the hospital room. Fuck the pain of the gunshot, my sister’s love and dedication to me had become my anesthesia. Released from the hospital that same day while using my sister as a crutch, I’d taken her to Brownsville, Brooklyn, and had rented a room. She’d stayed there while I’d gone to Harlem Hospital to get patched up correctly. I didn’t want my arm to get infected, especially from gangrene. Returning back to Brownsville late that evening, I’d immediately started hustling, even though my arm still hadn’t healed; I’d needed the money. Being embarked on what you would call a mission, I’d sold drugs day and night out of a building in the Tilden Projects. While walking on the third floor and rolling up a blunt in the hallway, I’d looked down at the door of a utility closet, and had found a plastic bag protruding from under the door. I’d stopped everything that I was doing, because my instincts told me that I’d found somebody’s stash. Lo and behold, after prying it from under the door, I’d found a Ziploc freezer bag, full of packaged crack, and another bag within that one, full of packaged marijuana. Jackpot! I’d then gone back to my sister’s room and had counted it all, finding over $2500 worth of crack, and $500 worth of weed. Grabbing my gun, putting the drugs in a knapsack with two pairs of clothing, before giving my sister $200 to cover the time I’d be gone for, I’d hopped on the Peter Pan Bus, in route to Wilmington, Delaware; not knowing anyone, or exactly to where I was going. Putting myself in a hotel for a week had hurt my pockets, but didn’t dampen my enthusiasm. It was easy to find the drug spots in Wilmington, due to my S.O.H.K. “degree”. 1993 - Immediately, I’d set up shop and had fallen in love with the money. Cash was flowing heavy, right where I’d needed it to be. Unfortunately, there had been a few niggaz throats that I had to cut, but it was what it was for the cash back then. At that time, I didn’t mind bustin’ my canon. Here I was a fifteen-year-old, Black child without any guidance, in full custody of the streets; armed and fully prepared to lay out any nigga in the street who’d interfered with what I was establishing at that point. One thing had led to another and I’d aired the entire block out, having to lay low for a couple of days from the shootout. Not from the cops, but from the busters, because the streets talk…you just have to know when to listen. While on hiatus, I’d found me a couple of local workers, while letting it be known that I may be young, but I carry a .45; at that point, having the young ones holding me down. 1994 - Forming a stolen car ring, consisting of myself, two female sisters and their cousin—my whole crew were female. Yet, they didn’t know how to actually steal cars, so me, applying my “degree”, never showed them how to; knowing that once I had, that they wouldn’t need me any longer. I would pack the girls in a car and drive to the Gallery Mall in Philly. With the swiftness, I use to pop ignitions and have the females hop in and pull off. Minutes later, we’d all be racing down the highway to the chop shop in Philly. Afterwards, we’d go eat, shop, then hop on the Septa and bounce back to Delaware—with close to fifteen grand divided between the four of us. Back then, I’d also experienced my first “fivesome” with the four girls from my crew. I literally was in Heaven, until the girls started getting locked up. Ultimately, I’d also gotten arrested, doing six months in Wilmington, Delaware for drug possession, receiving five years probation, one which I’d run from. 1997 - Quickly, I’d headed back to New York City, and within five minutes of driving over the George Washington Bridge, I’d gotten pulled over in a stolen car; having to do three years in jail. I’d had drugs and a gun in the car. Life in the pen back then had been a living hell. I’d gotten along with most of the inmates, but my main beefs had been with the police. Being harassed constantly by racist correctional officers upstate, I’d gotten beaten by them several times, as well as having my food urinated in, my mail ripped up and having my phone calls terminated. Because of this, my outside contact with the world was cut. But like all champs, I’d beaten the odds and had made it a temporary home, yet my biggest problem then—I hadn’t a home to go to once I’d gotten released. So I’d done what I had known best, ditching parole and hustling again. 1999 - I’d gotten arrested again, and wound up serving all of my delinquent time; one year. 2000 - I’d met an older woman, whom I’d had a five-year relationship with, and with all good things, our relationship had soon come to an end—“irreconcilable differences.” 2002 - Enrolling in a two-year college course at the TCI Institute for Technology, I’d put myself in school, desperately wanting to change and live a healthy, prosperous and most importantly, a legitimate life. But problems had come forth; I had issues with my tuition. My fees at the time were $1500 per semester, in which I had to pay out of my own pocket, money that I didn’t have. I had to find a way for myself, a way to help my income; back then being without a job, a phone, or even a roof over my head. At this time, my sister had gone into the shelter system, after being discharged from foster care. I’d gone out and looked for a real job, needless to say I couldn’t get any work due to my prior conviction, so I’d begun selling crack cocaine again; this time, hustling in the Bronx. That lasted for a good three weeks, in which I’d made $2000 a night before getting locked up again; this time with 500 grams of crack and 10 nickel bags of weed. I’d gotten served with two years, seven months and a day behind bars. 2005 - March 1st, I’d been able to come home, having five months to be on parole. In May, I’d run into Treasure Blue, who’d been promoting and selling his novel, Harlem Girl Lost. We’d talk for like an hour about writing, before I’d let him know at that time that I was an unpublished author, who’d been seeking a publisher. I’d given Treasure four chapters of my manuscript at the time titled, HoodFellaz. He’d read them and had gone ballistic. Treasure had liked the samples so much, that he’d wanted to read the whole book, but I wasn’t giving it to him without being offered a contract. Treasure then had informed me that he wasn’t in the position to provide me with one at that time, but had referred me to a brother whom he called “HUSTLIN’ HICKSON”, CEO of GHETTOHEAT®. I’d called HICKSON and tried to schedule a meeting with him, yet HICKSON was out-of-town on tour at the time, having many book signing events to attend. Yet, the day that I’d finally had the chance to meet him, I was on clouds and I‘ll never forget it. It was at the Harlem Book Fair, where I’d given HICKSON my manuscript to read, minus the last three chapters to review. Upon quickly reading the first five pages while diligently selling his poetry book, GHETTOHEAT® simultaneously at his table, HICKSON had stepped to me with a contract at the crowded book fair, and it was then when I’d officially become a member of the GHETTOHEAT® family, and an active force of the GHETTOHEAT® MOVEMENT. I’ve been “hustlin’” hard ever since, books that is! To be continued… An excerpt from HOODFELLAZ by T R E B L A C K A GHETTOHEAT® PRODUCTION G-Money, using no discretion, boldly walks into the room, just as Crystal buries Kiko’s face into her ass. Crystal then looks up and sees G-Money staring down at her. Gauge now walks into her line of sight. He then nods at Crystal, as Gauge and G-Money take position on both sides of the bed. Crystal has no idea that they’re here to kill Kiko or her for that matter, but Crystal’s gut feeling started talking to her, making Crystal suddenly realize that she shouldn’t be here right now; doing business with the two treacherous men. Not giving Crystal a chance to open her mouth and speak, G-Money knocks her out with the handle of his gun. Crystal’s face then falls in between Kiko’s legs, allowing his face to come up and take in his surroundings. Before Kiko could completely get his bearings, Gauge grabs Kiko by his neck and hoists him up to a sitting position. G-Money then punches him back down. Kiko immediately grabs his own face, as blood starts running down his nose and through Kiko’s fingers. Gauge then grabs Kiko’s wrist and handcuffs him to the bed, as G-Money aimed an infra-red beam on Kiko’s forehead. Gauge proceeds to pull the duct tape out of the bag and tapes Kiko’s mouth and ankles. Kiko’s eyes are looking on with pure terror and pain, as he tries to speak; the duct tape muffles Kiko’s words. Kiko suddenly realizes that there’s nothing that he could do or say to get him out of this situation. After Gauge finish putting the tape around his ankles, G-Money starts to speak: “So nigga, look at your bitch-ass now. Big-head ass Kiko, I bet you never thought in a million years your night would end like this.” Kiko now stares hard at his captors. “Do you know who we are? Huh? Do you bitch? Answer me!” G-Money yells; getting angry. Kiko continues to look on in fear, as he shakes his head-up-and down. “Oh, you do, huh?” Gauge replies, “So you knew whose spot you was robbin’, too? Huh, nigga? Because if your punk-ass knew who we are, then you damn sure better know whose shit you was fucking with. Me personally, really don’t care if you did or didn’t; one way or another, you done violated—so now you’re going to get violated.” Tears rolls down Kiko’s face in currents, as Gauge pulls an 8-inch, stainless steel knife out of his bag and hands it to G-Money, who readily accepts it. G-Money then leans over Kiko and runs the tip of it up his legs to his stomach, finally resting the blade on Kiko’s neck. A cold fear comes over Kiko, as his body starts to shiver involuntarily—Kiko pisses on himself. G-Money now smiles at him. “Nah, nigga, I’m not going to slit your throat, that would be far too easy for you. Your bitch-ass is going to suffer, and after I torture you, my partner here is going to cut your dick off, stick it in your mouth, then bust a bullet in your head and put you out of your misery.” Instantly, Gauge reaches over and points the barrel of the glock on Kiko’s forehead, reinforcing what G-Money had said. “Right here,” Gauge indicated. Kiko flinches and tries to move his legs, but Crystal’s dead weight holds him in place. Looking down, Kiko suddenly realizes that the heaviness is Crystal and that she’s dead, courtesy of the large gash with the thick blood oozing from the left side of Crystal’s head. G-Money had hit her so hard, that it knocked out some of her braids. Reality now sets in to Kiko, he knows he’s going to die. Kiko then tries to calm himself down and formulate a plan; G-Money then proceeds to run the blade down Kiko’s thigh. He abruptly stops at Kiko’s knees and jams the serrated blade into his left knee, pulling the blade upward, as it makes a popping sound. Kiko’s kneecap is now dislocated from the bone and cartilage that supported it. Kiko then immediately makes a loud, shrieking noise, as tears run down his face from the immense pain of the wound. Gauge then laughs. “Oh, you think that hurts, you fuckin’ pussy? That’s minor compared to what I now have in store for you. TRE BLACK was born and raised in Brownsville, Brooklyn; now a Harlem resident. Having served twelve years in prison on drug charges, he was released in the summer of 2005. Months before his release date, TRE BLACK penned HOODFELLAZ, submitting his manuscript to HICKSON while meeting the author/publisher at his booth during the Harlem Book Fair in 2005. After five minutes of having his manuscript reviewed, it was at the event where TRE BLACK was immediately signed to GHETTOHEAT®. “SAY IT LOUD: I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD! SAY IT LOUD: I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD!” So there you have it, people, young TRE BLACK on his personal mission to succeed in life, hustling hard, yet this time, legitimately; doing what’s necessary to continue being THE HOTNESS IN THE STREETS!!!™ here at GHETTOHEAT®. I encourage you all to keep him on his toes, making sure he doesn’t self-destruct, or take anything for granted while continuing on his quest. Everyone, I hope you’ve enjoyed the newsletter, as well as the selections by TRE BLACK, the new HOTNESS at GHETTOHEAT®, as we continue to celebrate TRE BLACK’s HISTORY MONTH in February. 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