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Dear Recognition,

He looked like Kelis and Nas in court. Forty something thousand a month for child support payments? Chile. This baby better look like Brangelina!

Kelis ain’t no Janet Jackson. That’s a lot of money for a hood looking chick.

Abruptly, he ran towards me, swinging his fists. He’s five feet seven. I was six feet two. I mean, dude.. you were a little Chihuahua. I was a Pitt, a barbaric bitch.

Yawn..

I stepped to the side and pushed him in the back. He flew into awaiting chairs and a few tables in his friend’s front yard.

He jumped up like a jack out the box and I shook my head. “I don’t wanna fight you dude. I’m a writer. You’re a thug, um yea ok. The verdict is still out on that one. We got differences so, mind your own and stay the fuck outta mine and we good.”

I walked off and left him to his fans, calling me every name in the book.

At least my draws clean, bitch.

I nearly listened to everyone about turning my back on writing. You couldn’t expect those with nightmares to kiss you
good night and say Sweet Dreams. Chile. There’s nothing beautiful about a nightmare. Don’t listen to Beyonce. If a
nightmare was beautiful that meant I could walk in the middle of a KKK festival and take the Dukes of Hazard off the
plasma TVs and replace it with a Beyonce video. She ain’t that gahdamn fine.

KKK muthafuckahs gonna gut me and that
gahamn video and won’t remember me or the camel toe next year.

Beautiful Nightmare? Ha! Whatever.

I would throw my manuscripts away just to, days later, dig them out because my heart told me to. The devil knew what I
was to become as an adult, that's why he tried to destroy me as a child.

And when he failed, when I survived his full aerial assaults, he wore my family members like dark cloaks and tried to destroy and dismantle me emotionally, spiritually and physically.

I've become a little bitter because of it.
Around me are walls made of steel reinforced to trigger the warrior in me whenever battle rams rummage my terrain.

I worked really hard and sacrificed a lot for my books, my art, my craft and my legacy.

Like The Young and the Restless, I’m the Victor Newman of my enterprise. Built from the thought, up.

Because of self-loathing and self-induced hatred and pain, I went though suicide attempts, jail, scandal and scorn to arrive at the point I'm at in my life.

Before all of this book writing shit I was a normal Negro from Goulds, Florida.

No particular direction in my life.

Never thought of writing a book, but I did write for leisure and to free my mind of the ghetto's slavish chains that kept me shackled.

I been through a lot of abuse as a kid which fuels every character that I ever created, and they punished me for it on my journey from adolescence to adulthood.

My father had never been there for me.  For years I wrote down the thoughts my anger so masterfully created.

I have taken control of my writing and honed my skill. I have been poet of the month on so many online forums
I lost count after twenty.

I have written my life and my soul in my Myspace Blogs. I have amassed a following that come to me because, no matter if it makes me look good or bad, I write from the soul.

Because of my sexuality doors were slammed in my face. I sent letter after query letter to publishing houses, more doors slammed.

So I took charge and did it myself. I told myself...what can Larry Wilson do that's different from all the other authors
out there?

I created "The King of Erotica I: the Throne" which was intended to be a promotional book that I was going to give away for free, to show people who I was and what I represented.

Half of the book was erotic sexual short stories exploring why people have the type of sex the way they do. And the other half showcased my knack for poetry.

Dear Diary,

To make a long story short, in four + years I sold over a million + copies of my work, was featured in the Express Newspaper with a full page article, featured in E. Lynn Harris Literary Café, been featured in over two thousand book clubs Worldwide, worked with New York Times bestselling author JL King on my book Some Men Wear Panties, was picked by CLIK magazine as one of the Top 20 Most Eligible Bachelors in America, beating out thousands of men and a ton of other achievements I’ll leave to myself.

And received The Certificate of Recognition from The New York State Senate for my independent career achievements in 2016.

All thanks goes to God.