Through Her Eyes Revised

What book could you read over and over again?

In the Author’s circle, there is a phrase called the ugly Baby test. That is when you are the only one who thinks that your book is good. After editing manually more than five times and as many with AI software, I still find my book interesting and vibrant. After seven days on Amazon the book ranked 150,000 out of 8 million titles. The first edition sits at position 6 million, it was totally overhauled to make the Revised edition. The book description says that it shakes the Government, The Society, The Church The School System and you the parents. Then it rattles the consciousness of Haters and goes into forward drive for the love for Jesus. Any book that can do all of that becomes a manual for living your Life.

Pa “No B.S. this Book Rocks, kick Butts and takes numbers. This the result of writing over 550 Blogs.

Excerpts from Through Her Eyes Revised Chapter 2 Same but different. Jay always professed himself to be my brother, but he was no brother of mine. Mother died without me giving her credit for her perception of my so-called best friend, whom I considered my brother. She had constantly hammered at me, ‘He is no good; lose him.’ Hard-headed as I was, I stuck with him to the edge of calamity. We were inseparable, as tight as Abbott and Costello, and in almost every class together. After school, we took the Number Four train, where we did our homework to Forty-second Street. From there, we walked to 666 5th Ave, where we worked full-time at a five-star restaurant. There, we jockeyed positions as pastry chefs and grill chefs. Going to school and working full-time was very taxing, but we didn’t care; it put good money in our pockets which allowed us to dress like pimps and party like we were rich and famous. Besides textbooks, we only read Gentleman’s Quarterly, the leading fashion magazine for men, Ebony and Jet magazines. We dressed G.Q. going to school; we wouldn’t be caught dead with holes in our jeans; only the poor haters came to school with holes in their clothes. We dressed better than our teachers, who thought we were uppity; we were hated by blacks and whites, all thinking that we were uppity and drug dealers. We had the most extraordinary weed connections; one worked for the airlines and traveled the world; we smoked a lot of it but never sold any.