First and foremost I want to give a big shout out to Mary J……. Not Blige fool! I’m talking about that sweet, sweet, Cheebah…..which was the inspiration for this book…well, the fuel for my fire, if you will.

Second, and in all seriousness, I want to give a special shoutout to ANYONE who has endured my bullsh*t…..for any amount of time! A lot of people know me….but don’t really know me. You know what I mean? Those that do know me, know I’m a lot to deal with….at times. But I want to thank each and every last one of you for your love, inspiration, kind words, and most importantly….SUPPORT! THANK YOU! THIS ONE IS DEDICATED TO YOU ALL!! ENJOY!!


“So I’m just supposed to believe that people magically disappear or some shit? That’s what you want me to believe?”


Before I could even get the words out of my mouth, I could feel Lieutenant Cocksucker’s hand swiftly going across my face. Bitch ass cop done went and pimp slapped the fuck out of my dumb ass!


I yelled at the top of my lungs. Lieutenant Cocksucker smiled at me before he turned and whispered something in his weird ass partner’s ear. His partner smiled before he walked over to me and roughly spun me around.

“You’re about to get your wish dickhead!”

The partner said through a weird combination of a welcoming smile, and gritted teeth. Interesting combination of weird shit, if you ask me! He continued to smile as he unlocked the handcuffs. He looked at me as he removed the cuffs from my wrist, and placed them in the holster of his weird ass utility belt full of keys and other useless bullshit. Neither one of the officers were packing heat. As they brought prisoners in through the front, all officers were required to lock their guns in a lockbox before they entered the court building where I was currently being held at.

These two bitch ass cops were going to stroll me in this little as room, and I knew it. The last thing you were ever going to get from a cop was a one-on-one fight. Gangs don’t operate that way. And there is no bigger gang in the United States than the police department. Any state or city’s police department in the good ole U.S.A! One big ass gang. Anywhooo, there was another reason I knew that I was going to get jumped in here today. This was not my first run in with Liutenant Cocksucker or his partner. As a matter of fact, as of lately this has been sort of my home away from home. That’s how much these dickeahds have been sweating me about some shit! What have they been sweating me about? A murder……well, 27 murders. Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t do the shit! I’m not even sure that the “animal” or whatever the fuck it was, that took 27 people up out of here over this past weekend, is even human. Yeah… you’re looking at me just like Lieutenant Cocksucker, and his partner that I cleverly named Cocksucker Jr., have been looking at me since I first tried to explain to them what happened, when they first began bringing me down here and questioning me about this shit over two weeks ago. Since then, most of my afternoons have been spent getting harrassed by the “Cocksuckers.” Get it? I called them ‘The Cocksuckers’ like that was their last name. Funny right? Well, “The Cocksuckers” definitely didn’t find my jokes funny……which was one of the many reasons these cocksuckers were about to work my dumb ass over in here!

Yep, these two Westmoreland P.A. Police Officers were real pieces of shit! What the fuck am I doing in Westmoreland P.A., you ask? BEING A MUTHAFUCKIN’ BOSS! Sike, naw…..but, for real though! Believe it or not…..I am the owner of an entire town. Right here in these United States! Hell, right here in Pennsylvania! Imagine that shit! I OWN A FUCKIN’ TOWN! How does a person own an entire town, you ask? The same way you OWN anything else in this country, Jackass! BUY THE SHIT!

$1.5 million cash is what I paid for the town that someone had previously named “Necropolis.” I’ll save you a quick google SEARCH. Necropolis means: A CEMETERY. Especially a large one belonging to an ancient city. I like that! Shit seems kind of mysterious, right? The name mostly fit this small town too. This joint did look ancient…or at least, old as fuck. Like late 18 or early 1900’s kind of old. Check out some of the features of MY little town: A 75 acre village, with 19 single family homes, a strip mall with room for at least 8 “average” sized stores or small businesses, an elementary schoolhouse that was built in 1914. There’s also some farmland that came with the town….but the feature that sold me was the fact that the village sat along the Youghiogheny River. The town is about 30 miles South of Pittsburgh. Way deeper into Pennsylvania than I’ve ever been, or ever wanted to be. Feel me? No you don’t dickhead! Most people in Philadelphia aren’t even aware of how racist the STATE of Pennsylvania is……even myself, until I dropped $1.5 million on this beautiful piece of land. But I learned…. I’ll admit I learned the hard way because I was a little naive. But nevertheless, I learned firsthand just how racist the state of Pennsylvania is……

 November 12th of the year 2020, started off as normal as most days had started for me in the last few months or se. I woke up at around 7:30 a.m., just like I had been doing every morning, ever since I started my newest job almost 3 months ago. I liked my gig too. What was so great about my gig was that EVERYBODY worked there! Well, a lot of people that I knew from before I left Philadelphia. I graduated from high school, and left the city immediately afterwards, 10-years ago. I've been back for about 3-months, but the hood is definitely not how I remember it being when I left. I didn't even recognize most of these cats around this joint. I settled in anyway. I rented a little 1-bedroom apartment right there in-between 11th/12th & Cumberland Streets. My jawn was right on top of this tax preparing and Notary Public joint that had just opened. After I settled in, I walked the hood, hoping to bump into some familiar faces. I planned on hitting up all the old spots I used to hang around. My first stop.....the 49er Bar. 

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