It's funny sometimes when I sit back and think of how I got here in the first place. This is my Blog, wow! When I set out to write, it was just because I wanted to let go. I felt I had a mind that no one other than me could understand, so instead of going on a raging rampage when the anger became unbearable, I wrote it down, released it with words. When my father played the "Get out there and hustle boy, you are on your own" from age, I would say 13 on up, it became evident my anger was overcoming me. Life became strange when I saw kids parents putting up there homes, taking out 2nd mortgages, having savings, to go to college. I mean I wanted to go to college, play basketball, have a future in the athletic world, but all I had time to do as a child to young adult was work & think about money. Paying Rent as a child to my father, buying school clothes, having food to eat,lunch money, having shoes to wear, money to save, a future to look after all became a burden put solely on my hands. Thank God for cool, forgiving and understanding brothers huh. That's when I begin to write, my brother. Even as I went through all of that, I know my brother had always been through worst, & never lead himself off the edge when the going got rough. Yes I wanted gangs, I wanted the fast drug money life(hinted the constant blog on that life). Girls, no issue, they came, they went, with no love on my hand for what they had to offer(money,life). My only vision as a child was to get money. I have always looked to the heavens above for thanks for a brother like the one I had to show me the way. I write because this is my right of passage to a life I have always felt cheated me as a child, but allowed me to see a little bit of peace as a adult. Losing all my Grandparents, my saviors, made me realize, & life gets no better from here son! I sometimes wonder why my father sits and counts his cash, gloats in his own success, that he built on the sweat of all who appreciated his presence in the past, and never looked back once to appreciate his blessings in that other hand and at least say Thank you. I wondered how I came from a family who had been well off, great looking face value middle class family, and I never had one thing in my life I didn't have to work hard for. I wondered how I never grew up in the ghetto, but was poorer than most. So I sat wherever I could, & I wrote. I wondered sometimes when my brother stood across the courtyard at school growing up, and saw me in distress with a bully who noticeably never liked my presence from the word go, & even being smaller in stature than I was, always jumped in between me and a fight that I probably would have been defeated in, gained that respect from all to make it all go away, bullies to back off. I wondered where he got that courage, so I write! I sit somewhere, on my free time and I write. When I wrote my first poem, 15 and seemingly thinking of a way out of my own being to live a life I didn't have to dream, because I saw it daily around me, I sit and write. From poems to telling jokes, to acting as if I have life by the tale, but stay as broke as a bird with no wings waiting for a break, I sit and I write. When I go to my father as a adult hoping he would one day see me as a college graduate, a man of no street culture defaults, a man who wanted to be more like him then anyone else in this world, but then he still turns his head and jumps back into his own world, I sit and write. When I think of comedy skits for my scripts, or laugh at myself as I am walking Los Angeles checking out the world, I wonder why I love to write. And there it is, I do because I seemly love to enjoy this one life I have , I need to get it off my chest. When I held in the laughter or the pain as a kid, it hurt, it killed, it won. When I wrote it down, received the feedback for the hardachs I have faced and conquered, and they want more, the pain, the anger, the tainted soul slowly fades away. Who knows why my mom is now the best thing in my life, but stayed clued to suspension into my fathers world for so long, she was almost obsolete to my childhood from day one. I sit and I write. I am going to begin to put my life on the Book and Film market, creating websites like this blog of mine where people can come see my accomplishments, not because there is money to be made, but more importantly, I have something to say, I have something in my soul to express. I'm tired Y'all! Next time you see this face, this book of poetry, book of short stories, and my novel, Amazon would of had to personally thank me for souring sales through the roof with the sale of my work, you know why, because life means nothing if you can't be true, come correct, state fact, remain down to earth, relate, affect, mature, and give your fans a sense of being, move their life in your work. That's Devin D, That's dedproduct, it's a blog, it's a future poetry book, short stories book, comedy script, thriller, web series of conversations about the world, T-shirt line, Investment critique website, & all the ventures that come along I feel the people that count on me, need me to express to them, I'm going to be there for them. My Blog, My time, My life, My business, your Benefit, Lets get to work!!Dedproduct.com
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