#jeypizzle

Now I am not trying to say that it's cool to get in trouble, FUCK NO!, I pray my daughter never gets in trouble. kids and adults- stay out of trouble, or as my favorite Aunt Nora ( she had the same name as my mom) would say - "Keep your nose clean". In other words, avoid police at all costs. Stay below the radar, don't go around and break laws, but if you accidentally do, then be good enough to NOT GET CAUGHT. And I don't know how many times I have to reiterate this-DO NOT SNITCH, DON'T SOCIALIZE WITH , HELP, OR EVEN SPEAK TO anyone that is a snitch! Breaking the law is one thing, but breaking the Law AND Snitching! No fucking way jack! if you get caught, just tell the truth , almost, or whatever you have to do. (DON'T do what, " Do-what-you-do, Duane-The KooK did, lying and snitching- the worst kind) . the main thing is, just be cool, even if you are traveling with kits or drugs and acting afool in different states. Like I said , don't go out being a criminal. But if you do get in trouble, keep your head up, and who knows, maybe you will be lucky enough to get locked up in a good jail. I've made some bad decisions in my life and I'm not proud of it, but I have 43 or 44 ar arrests on my record, criminal history, wrap sheet, or whatever you want to call it, Thats just arrests , NOT convictions. You see, that's how they get people, they twist the truth so it suits their needs. 44 arrests, but maybe only a dozen convictions, and they were all misdemeanors . I was never- EVER charged , arrested , or convicted of any sex offender type shit. Never! I was however, FALSELY ACCUSED, of a few things, including RAPE. I am not and never could be into rape. if a chick doesn't want to be with me, I'm not gonna go out and rape her. instead, I would just go out and pay or trade some shit for a sexual favor from a trick. A lot of being lonely isn't about sex alone, it's more like just being intimately close with a female.

It's kinda like how i met this " love of my life Marie". She knows exactly what I am talking about. I was raised decent, and it's just wrong morally and it's sick. I want somebody that wants me. get the fuck out of here if you thought for a split second, that Jey Pizzle is a fucking RAPE-O!!! ( That's what they call a rapist in New York).

So where were we now, oh yes , I got to the mobile home that Marie had worked so hard, and had come so far to get. With help from DSS of course. You know , the same people that help with food stamps and social stuff. like childcare, and medicaid. Back when I was a kid, they called it welfare. and at school , if you wanted to hurt someone'sfeelings, you would say " Your Mama's on welfare' , yeah, seriously, that would really hurt the kids back then, especially if your mom was on 'welfare' . Shit , in New York State, you have to be on welfare just to survive. It's so fucking expensive there, But anyhow, yeah , I was there. Freezing outside., it was just me and my love. oh , and a decent amount of shit for the two of us. So I did what any new resident to New York does, I applied for food stamps. Since her trailer was so far out in the country, I mailed the application in, and I still had my food stamp card from when I had been to Syracuse the two times before. New york gives you a really cool EBT card, it's got your picture on it and everything, so , I applied for food stamps and the next few days is where this love story turns into something more like a nightmare. But, my good folks, God Is real,and he does miracles everyday in our lives. God is great! Always remember keep your head up " -Excelsior"- Latin for"Ever upward", the New York State Motto.

The seperation anxiety was getting the best of me. We'd been communicating pretty much most of the day,everyday. She was in a hotel room that DSS paid for while she was waiting to get into her new place, so she had plenty of time to stay online and message Jeypizzle. Pizzle on the other hand was working, his job performance was slipping downward, slowly, Jimbo and J.D. forgot exactly who put this whole crew together and making money- treating Jeypizzle like shit, and all he could think about was the love of his life and how he could be with her until the end of time, happy and getting her kids on the weekends or whatever was cool. No stress, no problems. He wanted her in every way known to man, and then some. He had to get where she was , and be with her. And when I say "be with her", I mean, he wanted to be with her for the rest of their lives, as in -a soul mate ,a partner in crime , a best friend, lover, and faithful husband. NOT a pen pal- NOT an online friend- Not someone to call for legal advice like, " who's a good lawyer to get" - and definitely NOT a "help you from a distance type of friend." Jey Pizzle wanted an all or nothing, 💯 % , ride or die , not half ass , type of chick.

Jeypizzle had spent 43 years unknowingly in search of his soulmate and partner in life. YUP, you guessed correctly, God had brought her to him on October 9, 2017 . Ever since that fateful day ,his life had never been the same, and it won't be until the day he dies. But folks, you see, the devil is real. He's as real as stage 4 cancer and almost as deadly. You see, the devil did everything in his power to make JeyPizzle die a lonely heartbroken soul. Why? Well, it's really quite simple, because Jeypizzle had a heart of gold. Pure and perfect in every sense of the word, Jey Pizzle had the capability of loving and continuing to love unconditionally for an entire lifetime. Even what most people would consider unforgivable and worthy of hate, Jey Pizzle would love more , even when the unforgivable had been done to him. Pizzle loved the person that hurt him even more. Send Pizzle to jail for two years -MOST PEOPLE=I hate her for doing that. /JEY PIZZLE= I love her even more, I need to find her and apologize. She was cheating on you multiple times with different people. Most people would say -" fuck that bitch" , Pizzle would forgive and say,-" I want to marry her"

This uncanny ability to love for a lifetime would prove to be poor ole Jey Pizzle's downfall. In a world full of venomous snakes, Jey Pizzle was a baby mouse. First the snakes would be nice enough to invite the mouse into there snake house (mobile home) and let him think he was safe and ok, and then the snakes friend and baby daddy, would slither into the picture and kill the baby mouse ( Pizzle). It's a good comparison, because there are people in the world that have the capability of doing things like that. And as you shall see, life can change with the blink of an eye. Other people's lies are just as deadly on someone they love as they are on someone they hate.

So after two months and enough loneliness to make being stuck alone on the moon feel like Disney world, Jey Pizzle did exactly as Maryjane said in Syracuse. Yes sir ,fucking Jey Pizzle went back a third time to New York and the cold and very inhospitable "North Country". He was gonna leave his beloved Corpus Christi, his paradise on earth with warm sunny weather and the Spanish language, and the best "Go" known to man. He was leaving all of this to spend two days on a horrible bus, spend everything down to his last twenty dollars on lingerie(which he never got to enjoy seeing), - to go to a ridiculously freezing place, and look forward to sex with a mentally ill woman that had retained a tampon for at least a few days and didn't know it was still in her. He would quit his job on the island and the perfectly warm weather , to go to a place as cold as Alaska with no jobs. Pizzle was basically leaving his happiest place to go to a place we where happiness goes to die. The reason, well you know the answer already, to be with the woman he loved so dear. The woman who meant everything to him, the love of his life, Marie Clara Camp.

Fucking CRASH TEST DUMMY- JEY PIZZLE

August came and the light at the end of the summer was that the one true love of my life actually did have a heart,and really, (I think or thought), loved me tremendously. So tremendously in fact, that she was willing to risk some things for me. Like risk her place to stay, , "image " of little miss - I don't do wrong, and food. Her food source. As in she can eat whenever she wants. What's her reward for such risks?

Her reward would be me, my love and the fact that I would , could , and did, make the medicine that she loved to do, it helped her. It is a medicine. She invented the ' medicine' nickname. Everyone else calls it , ' Go' , ' Clear' , or the dreaded ' M' word- Methamphetamine. So , after she somehow got in touch with me, I think it was email. We did what we always did after any length of time apart from each other - we face timed, and talked on the phone for hours, and not a couple, I'm talking 8 hour talks, we never ever had that awkward silence like most couples have . NOPE , trust me, the awkward silence has never existed in our 'magical' relationship. Her and I can talk, and not stop, for days . even when we get tired, we leave the phones on, so we are like , ' there ' with each other.

I had a little practice when it came to her asking for me to come to her. Remember, in Asheville, not only did I surpass amazing odds ( getting out of jail on p.r.), get to Fayetteville the next day. With no phone, no jacket( fucking freezing in January), and no money. And get this- with about 100$ worth of Valentines Candy -just for my one true love. Well that was baby steps. This time she was somewhere else. Somewhere I had sworn to myself I would never go to. Fucking north of Virginia, all the way to fucking New York, Nasty Fucking Syracuse to be exact. I must be stupid or just crazy in love...

So , the last time Marie and I would actually be together in Asheville was July 2018, right before her birthday. ( God that just made me fucking cry! OUCH! ) , IT WAS July 7, and we had a filter gathering , you probably don't remember. You were in a different personality, it was actually a 9th personality I didn't even know existed within you. Remember, I said from the beginning, you have 8 personalities, and I knew all eight of them. Ok