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Sam Cooke-Was the singer's death really justifiable homicide? "It's been too hard livin'/but I'm afraid to die/'Cause I don't know what's up there/Beyond the sky/It's been a long/ A long time comin', but I know/ A change gon' come/Oh, yes it will"

2020.06.08 16:56 trifletruffles Sam Cooke-Was the singer's death really justifiable homicide? "It's been too hard livin'/but I'm afraid to die/'Cause I don't know what's up there/Beyond the sky/It's been a long/ A long time comin', but I know/ A change gon' come/Oh, yes it will"

Music journalist Peter Guralnick who wrote a biography of Sam Cooke noted that Sam’s death “carried such reverberations within the black community…it was so inexplicable and so sordid in its circumstances and so contrary to the image of Sam Cooke, and the result is that…within the community, there is not a single person who believes that Sam Cooke died as he is said to have died, killed by a motel owner at a cheap motel in Los Angeles called the Hacienda, which he had gone to with a prostitute named Elisa Boyer.” Sam was shot to death with a single 22 caliber bullet through the heart by the manager of the Hacienda Motel, Bertha Franklin, after he broke into her apartment at 3 a.m. on December 11, 1964 in Los Angeles, California. According to Los Angeles police, Sam arrived at the hotel in his red 1964 Ferrari accompanied by Elisa Boyer and rented a room at the hotel for the evening; Elisa was later described by police as “a real baby doll” and of “Chinese-English extraction”. The motel was “a $3-a-night dive” on South Figueroa Street and “the sort of place where the desk clerk kept a pistol handy.” Bertha pointed out that motel policy required them to register as husband and wife so he signed in as "Mr. and Mrs. Sam Cooke."
Once inside the room, Sam locked the door and forced Elisa to the bed and proceeded to undress her at which point she feared he was going to rape her. Elisa stated Sam allowed her to go to the bathroom and she attempted to escape from a window but it was shut; she came out of the bathroom and Sam continued to grope her. Sam went to the bathroom at one point and when he did so, she grabbed her clothes and some of his by mistake and ran from the room. She ran first to the manager's office and knocked on the door seeking help. However, when the manager took too long to respond, she fled from the motel before the manager ever opened the door. She escaped in her underwear and stopped in a stairwell to dress; she also threw his clothes under the same stairwell. She then went to a telephone booth and called the police to report she had been kidnapped. Elisa told police she had met Sam at Martoni’s Italian Restaurant earlier in the night and he offered to drive her home but took her unwillingly to the Hacienda instead driving “fast and recklessly-like a drunk.” Evelyn Carr, the motel owner, heard the shooting as Bertha had been talking on the phone to her before Sam came to her door. She listened in as Bertha put down the phone and went to the door to deal with a drunken Sam. After hearing the shots, Evelyn hung up and phoned police at about 3:15 a.m. saying "I think she shot him," Seven minutes earlier, police had received the call from Elisa.
Police said Sam, wearing only a small sports coat and upon seeing Elisa was not in the room, went to the apartment of the hotel manager, Bertha Franklin, and demanded to be admitted believing that Elisa was inside the apartment. Bertha, 55 years old, told police that she told Sam that she would admit no one inside the apartment except police; accordingly, Sam “proceeded to smash open the apartment door with his shoulder.” Sam then raced through her apartment searching for Elisa and upon not finding her, he grabbed Bertha. Amidst a brief struggle, both of them fell to the floor and when Bertha arose, she “grabbed a loaded 22 caliber pistol from the top of the nearby television set and fired three shots;” one struck Sam in the chest. Bertha stated after she shot Sam, he staggered back and said “Lady, you shot me.” As he was “still floundering around,” she picked up a one-inch broom handle and “clubbed him until he fell on the floor.” Police raced to the motel and found Sam dead along with his Ferrari still sitting outside the office with the driver's door open and the engine running. The death was ruled “justifiable homicide” by a coroner's 7-member jury after deliberating 15 minutes; they found Bertha shot Sam for “protection of life, limb and property.” Both Bertha and Elisa testified at the coroner’s hearing and police stated the stories told by the women were “substantiated by lie-detector tests.”
33 years old at the time of this death, Sam's “pioneering contributions to soul music contributed to the rise of Aretha Franklin, Al Green, Curtis Mayfield, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye and popularized the likes of Otis Redding and James Brown .” During his short-lived music career, he had a string of hit songs including "You Send Me", "A Change Is Gonna Come", "Cupid", "Wonderful World", "Chain Gang", "Twistin' the Night Away", and "Bring It On Home to Me". In 1960, he became the first major black artist to sign with RCA Records. However, as Sam was not happy with the contract he signed, he eventually started KAGS Music, his own publishing company and SADerby, his own record company (SADerby) to keep control of his money. When Sam was set to perform in Memphis in the Ellis Auditorium, in front of a crowd where black people and white people were segregated, he refused to play until the spectators could mix. In October 1963, Sam arrived at a Louisiana hotel where he had made a reservation by telephone. Upon seeing him, however, the receptionist denied him access; he yelled, “No, we’re not going to leave and no one can kill me, I’m Sam Cooke!” Arrested and thrown in jail after refusing to be turned away from a the Shreveport, Louisiana hotel which had initially accepted his reservation, he wrote "A Change Is Gonna Come" in December 1963; the song eventually became “his swan song of protest.” In the mid-1960s, Sam became friends with Malcolm X and Cassius Clay – the future Muhammed Ali. When Muhammad Ali became world heavyweight champion, his first words in the ring were for Sam who he invited to join him in front of the cameras.
At the time, Sam’s manager, Allen Klein, asked for the press to stop publishing “hearsay information” stating “Sam’s death as reported is impossible” as Sam carried large amounts of money with him at all times and “it is evident that someone is trying to cover up the true reasons for this tragedy.” Sam’s father, the Rev. Charles Cooke, called a family meeting “to suggest that the singer's loved ones would have to learn to let go of anxiety about the circumstances of his demise” as “people are going to believe what they're going to believe.” In the more than 40 years after his death, “one biographer after another portrayed the soul singer as a wanton womanizer whose final hot-sheets romp on Dec. 11, 1964, at the Hacienda Motel led directly to his death.” Sam was “beset by paternity lawsuits” until his death and his marriage to his wife Barbara was rocky. She was alleged to be having an affair with a local bartender who supposedly wore Sam’s ring and watch to Sam's funeral. In 2006, Sam’s great-nephew, Erik Greene, published Our Uncle Sam as he felt it was "necessary to add his family's perspective to the singer's life story” and questioned the official account of his death.
Erik suggests that Elisa went willingly to the motel with Sam, then slipped out of the room with his clothing to rob him rather than to escape an attempted rape. He also posits that the question of Elisa’s “character and occupation was quickly suppressed by the coroner in the inquest, and the fact that she was indeed a prostitute didn't come out until she was arrested in a LAPD sting operation a month later.” When an attorney hired by the Sam’s family tried to inquire about what Elisa did for a living, “a prosecutor snapped we are not concerned with the occupation of the girl." He highlights that had the question been allowed, “it would've made inquiring minds ask, "Why would a well-known entertainer with a pocket full of money attempt to rape a prostitute?" The family also dismissed the facts as presented because “they knew certain things about his nature: Sam would never have to force himself on a woman—any woman…while he was known to have his trysts, he would routinely turn down dozens of propositions from women who threw themselves at him.”
In his book, Erik also questioned whether Elisa was really in duress as she claimed “that she was held against her will yet Sam allegedly left her in the car alone as he checked into the motel.” During questioning, Elisa testified she asked Sam if she could go to the bathroom; Erik finds it hard to believe that “as he was ripping off her clothes, he stopped assaulting her so she could take a bathroom break… when she was done, he left her alone again and used the bathroom himself.” He also points out other inconsistencies such as Bertha claiming Sam twisted her arm and pinned her down on the floor, demanding to know more information, “yet she managed to escape the hold—an interesting scenario that was never questioned.” During “their tussle, she grabbed her gun from atop the television and shot Sam. Why hadn't Franklin remembered her gun when he was trying to break down the door? Why didn't she go for the gun while Sam was searching the apartment?” Furthermore, he cites singer Etta James who revealed in her book "Rage To Survive," that when she viewed his body at the funeral, Sam was so badly beaten that his head was decapitated from his shoulders, his hands were broken and crushed, his nose was smashed and he had a two inch bump on his head-these injuries were never explained.
Sam was found wearing a wristwatch and a jacket with a money clip containing $108, some loose change in the pocket, and a single shoe. The pile of clothes Elisa said she stashed under a stairwell were never found nor was Sam’s wallet containing a driver’s license and credit cards. Sam is believed to have retrieved $5,000 in cash from a safe deposit box earlier in the day. Employees at Martoni’s and Sam’s friends noted that he was flashing a large amount of money at the restaurant. It has never been determined where that money went. Sam drove “some 17 miles south from Hollywood that night” which some consider to “be a peculiar move for a man and woman looking for a bed” as “they could have stopped at any of a dozen different hotels in Hollywood or the countless motels they passed as he drove along the Harbor Freeway.” Erik also discusses how evidence showed the gun had been fired three times, yet only the fatal bullet and a ricochet were found inside Franklin's apartment.
Details in Sam's death are strikingly similar to that of singer Bobby "I Fought the Law" Fuller; both had at one time been artists signed to record labels owned by Bob Keane and “died in absurd manners whose evidence was largely ignored-Fuller's death was ruled a suicide even though his autopsy revealed gasoline was poured down his throat after he died.” According to Erik, “what's of more significance” is that within six months of his death, Sam's manager, Allen Klein, became the president of Tracey Records Limited which is the parent company of Sam's enterprises named after his daughter. The week before he died, Sam he was planning to confront his manager over some paperwork “rejected the routine way that black artists were cheated out of royalties – described by one contributor as like sharecropping– and instead started his own publishing and recording company” and his willingness to “stand up to powerful vested interests” could have been a factor in his murder. The week before he died, he was planning to confront Allen over some paperwork. There have also been suggestions, though no proof has ever been provided in evidence, that he was “targeted by music-industry moguls with links to the mob after emerging as a totem for black musicians’ rights.”
Barbara married Bobby Womack, Sam’s guitarist, less than 3 months after Sam’s death; Bobby later stated he married Barbara out of sympathy fearing she was suicidal. Sam’s daughter later married Bobby’s brother and started singing as a soul duo that had moderate success. A month after Sam’s death, Elisa was arrested for prostitution at a Hollywood motel after agreeing by phone to have sex with an undercover cop for $40; the charges were dismissed after it was determined to be a case of entrapment. Elisa was once again arrested in 1979 and found guilty of the second-degree murder of her boyfriend and sentenced to 25 years to life imprisonment. Her conviction reignited interest in the Sam’s case and “gave fuel to conspiracy theorists about the 1964 death.”
Bertha was alleged in some reports to be an “ex-madam with a criminal record” with some suggesting that based on both of their backgrounds, “it seems likely they were in it together.” She filed a $200,000 lawsuit against Sam’s estate “citing physical injuries and mental anguish suffered as a result of Sam’s attack”; a jury awarded her $30,000. She later quit her job at the motel and moved to Michigan where she died in 1969. The Hacienda Motel located at Figueroa Street still exists in Los Angeles and is today known as Star Motel. It is rumored that Dennis Wilson from the Beach Boys, a huge fan of Sam’s, later bought Sam’s red Ferrari 250 GTL Lusso. In 2007, the car sold to a Japanese collector for an undisclosed, but reportedly, world record sum.
Peter Guralnick, a biographer, noted that the “central tenet of every one of those theories is that this was a case of another proud black man brought down by the white establishment who simply didn't want to see him grow any bigger.” Peter states that he looked into the investigation very carefully as he had access to the investigator’s report and “no evidence has ever been adduced to show--to prove any of these theories.” He muses that “it's the love that people felt for Sam Cooke….is far more significant than the circumstances of his death.”
Questions:
Erik's assertions about Elisa's lifestyle and occupation leads to some disconcerting comments about her incapability of being raped. However, robbery does appear to be a compelling motive. What can we make of some of the theories suggested?
Links:
https://web.archive.org/web/20090207183551/http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/celebrity/sam_cooke/12.html
https://books.google.com/books?id=xMADAAAAMBAJ&pg=PA62&lpg=PA62#v=onepage&q&f=false
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Cooke
https://www.nytimes.com/1964/12/17/archives/shooting-of-sam-cooke-held-justifiable-homicide.html
https://books.google.com/books?id=JeEDAAAAMBAJ&pg=PA93&dq=sam+cooke&hl=en#v=onepage&q=sam%20cooke&f=false
https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5014891
http://weeklyview.net/2014/12/18/the-death-of-sam-cooke-part-2/
https://www.housecreep.com/ee/9137-s-figueroa-st-los-angeles-ca-90003-us
https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/sam-cooke-dies-under-suspicious-circumstances-in-la
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/the-unlikely-story-of-a-change-is-gonna-come
“In a story that has come to symbolize the ways in which American popular music intersected with and helped sustain the civil-rights movement,” Sam was motivated to write “A Change Is Gonna Come” Bob Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind.” When he first heard that song, he “was so carried away with the message, and the fact that a white boy had written it, that . . . he was almost ashamed not to have written something like that himself.” His desire to make a political statement, was manifested in one of “Change’s” most striking lines: “I go to the movies and I go downtown/But somebody keeps telling me, don’t hang around;” the potentially controversial line was cut when “Change” was issued posthumously as a single in late 1964. In 2007, the song was selected for preservation in the Library of Congress, with the National Recording Registry deeming the song "culturally, historically, or aesthetically important." In 2019, then-Shreveport mayor Adrian Perkins apologized to Sam’s family and posthumously awarded Sam the key to the city. After winning the 2008 United States presidential election, Barack Obama referred to the song, stating to his supporters in Chicago, "It's been a long time coming, but tonight, change has come to America."
On June 9, 2020 at 3:00 pm EST, community radio stations nationwide will play “A Change is Gonna Come” in commemoration of the life of George Floyd; the nationwide remembrance was organized by the National Federation of Community Broadcasters (NFCB). Ernesto Aguilar, program director for NFCB, stated "as our country deals with the hurt and outrage of what happened to George Floyd, these stations are in their communities, feeling this sorrow too… together will play a song to speak as a unified voice for change, justice and love.”
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2019.12.11 14:04 SyCreations The Late Christmas Gift

December 26
As Larissa sat alone in a loud, almost empty bar, a small smile slowly made an appearance on her face just as “Across 110th Street” from Bobby Womack began playing from the jukebox. She was so pleased with herself. At exactly 12:00AM, which was just about 5 minutes away, Larissa’s husband was going to get his late Christmas gift. As she stirred the remains of her long island iced tea, which was pretty much ice cubes at this point, her small smile suddenly developed into a large, joyous smile. Larissa even let out a soft chuckle of relief. Finally, Larissa thought to herself. In about 5 minutes, or was it 4 now? However more minutes there were left, Larissa was finally going to be free. That thought alone made her feel as giddy as a child in a toy store or candy store.
“Can I buy you another?” a man asked. When Larissa glanced up, she saw a tall, slightly overweight man dressed in a black suit with a loosened gray tie. “That’d be nice. Thanks.” She said with a shy smile. “Great! Actually, what time is it right now?” “It's 11:56… Does it have to be a certain time for you to buy me a drink?” Larissa jokingly asked. “Oh, no. I just like to keep track of time is all. See, my watch died. Hey, do you wanna go outside with me?” “Outside? Why outside?” “I wanna smoke real quick, but I wanna keep talking with you. Come outside.” “Yeah, okay. But you owe me a drink.” Larissa said laughing.
October 23
“Lar! You get your dumb ass in here!” Marcus shouted from the kitchen.
Larissa stood in front of her bed folding clothes out of a laundry basket. In her late twenties, Larissa had a slim figure, large enthralling eyes full of dismay, and blonde wavy hair that gently licked her shoulders. There was an innocence about her, a visible vulnerability that, for some odd reason, benefited her attractiveness.
How much longer? She thought with despair. After Larissa gently set down a folded towel on her bed, she lifted her hand to her face and grazed her fingers over her puffed up, scabbed lower lip. Larissa softly closed her eyes for a brief moment. This was not the life she had dreamt she'd have. When Larissa opened her eyes, tears rapidly raced each other down her cheeks. What was it her father used to always tell her when she was a child?
Crying doesn't change anything, actions do.
If only her father was still alive to remind her. He would have never allowed her to be in the position she was currently in. Never.
Larissa shook her head, grabbed a pair of jeans out of the laundry basket, and continued folding. Just then she heard Marcus' shouting. She hurriedly folded the pair of jeans she was holding and dropped them onto the bed, wiped her eyes, and rushed into the kitchen where Marcus was shoving a greasy fast food cheeseburger in his mouth.
Marcus, who was rough and burly, in his mid thirties, and had a slightly chiseled face with short stubble, glanced up at Larissa and snapped, “I thought I told ya to pick up some beer today! Where da hell is it?”
Larissa, while lowering her head, began to respond, “Marcus, I went to the store, but I only had enough for—”
Marcus quickly stood up and struck Larissa across her face with the back of his hand. “You dumb, fuckin’ bitch! When I tell ya to do something, you do it!” “I’m sorry, Mar—”
Marcus grabbed Larissa by the back of her hair and yelled, “Don't you make no fuckin’ excuses! You hear me?! Now you get yo fat ass out to the goddamn store! You stupid bitch.” Marcus pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and tossed it onto the floor, then went back to eating his food.
While in line at the liquor store, Larissa placed her hand over her stomach. Seven weeks. Larissa smiled. Larissa thought to herself, Things will change after the baby.
“Ma’am?” A young looking cashier said as he interrupted Larissa’s daydream.
Larissa shook her head as she snapped out of her thoughts and walked up towards the register. As Larissa lifted up an 18 pack of Coors Light onto the counter, the cashier glared hard at her black eye.
“Looks bad.” The cashier said as he pointed a finger at his own eye. Larissa shrugged and asked, “How much?” The cashier responded in a concerned tone, “That'll be 18.60. You get into a fight?” Larissa retrieved the twenty dollar bill that Marcus had given her from the left pocket of her pants and placed it on the counter. As the cashier handed Larissa back her change, he asked, “So, what happened to your eye?” “Must've fallen.” Larissa said as she shoved the change into her pants pocket and walked out of the liquor store.
Marcus was plopped on the sofa watching some action film when Larissa walked into the house.
“Took ya long enough. Give me one of them beers, Lar.” Marcus said without taking his gaze off the television.
Larissa set the case of beer on the living room table and tore it open.
“Here ya go, Marcus.” Larissa said as she handed a can of beer to Marcus. “For fuck sake! Don’t ya know how ta open a fuckin’ can a’beer?!” Marcus snarled.
Larissa immediately apologized for her mistake and popped opened the can of beer. Marcus snatched the beer out of Larissa’s hand and blurted out, “Yer blockin’ da damn TV. What are ya, some kinda retard?”
With her head down, feeling more depleted than ever, Larissa made her way into the kitchen where she prepared herself a glass of chamomile tea. While sitting in isolation in the kitchen, Larissa tried extremely hard to hold back the tears that wanted to drip from her eyes as she repeatedly dipped the teabag in and out of her cup.
What was that again, Dad? Crying doesn't change anything, actions do.
Right.
November 7
Larissa was busy vacuuming the living room when Marcus drunkenly walked into the house at about 6:37PM.
“Bitch, shut that thing off and get the fuck over here!” Marcus yelled. “Yes, Marcus.” Larissa, after instantaneously turning off the vacuum, cowardly responded with her head almost tucked into her chest. Marcus tightly grabbed ahold of Larissa’s arm and whispered into her ear, “You gonna give me some lovin’ o what?”
Larissa tried to pull away from Marcus. “I'm not feeling well. I'm feeling a bit nauseated right—”
Marcus punched Larissa in the face. Right after Larissa fell to the floor, Marcus climbed on top of her. Shielding her face with both of her arms, Larissa pleaded with Marcus, “No!! You’re hurting me! Stop, Marcus, stop!!”
“You saying ‘no’ ta me, bitch? Fuckin’ saying ‘no’ ta me, huh? You're my wife! You listen to me! You do what I tell you to do!” Marcus growled as he unzipped his pants.
Larissa screamed and thrashed about as she continued to plead for Marcus to release her. Marcus tightly grabbed Larissa’s arms and forced her hands above her head as he began to have his way with her. Larissa's screams echoed throughout the house as Marcus stared deep into her eyes with a penetrating hatred that would place fear into Satan himself.
November 10
Larissa, without much strength, collapsed onto the floor. Blood dripped from her mouth as she spat out a tooth.
Marcus stood over Larissa and snarled, “You're a dumb, worthless bitch! Pregnant? You think you gonna be a good mother? You think you can take care of a baby? You can't even take care of yourself! Look at you! You stupid bitch!”
Marcus kicked Larissa in the stomach. With his teeth tightly clenched, Marcus yelled, “You’re worthless! You understand me? Worthless!”
He then angrily walked into their bedroom for a short moment and came back out with a black suit jacket on. As Marcus walked back towards Larissa, where she was shivering on the living room floor, he hovered over her and, almost in a deep whisper, said, “Darryl, a guy I was working with at the warehouse, got me a job in some client services shit. I start tonight. Have this place cleaned up by the time I get back.”
Marcus buttoned his suit and walked out of the front door. Perhaps with Marcus' new job, things will gradually become better. He'd be preoccupied with work. He wouldn't be jobless anymore. And with the baby on the way… everything was bound to change. Everything was bound to be… better.
Better.
Better was the key word here.
If only Marcus hadn’t instilled so much damn fear into Larissa, she'd be a better person. She wouldn't have to live each day in fear that that day would be her last day alive. She would have a better life alone or with a new and caring man. If only she were brave enough to just walk away from it all. She could definitely have a better life if Marcus wasn’t around. Life would simply be better if she wasn’t so damn scared of Marcus! There was a small gleam of hope, though, that Marcus’ demeanor would change after the baby. Something had to happen. Something better.
Better.
There was that damn word again.
Larissa, still shivering on the floor, cried out in pain as a tightening sensation filled her pelvic area. Suddenly, Larissa felt a warm liquid leak from between her thighs. With Marcus now gone, Larissa reached a quivering hand between her thighs. When Larissa brought her hand up towards her face, tears quickly began running down her cheeks. Blood. Dark, crimson blood was now coated on her shaky hand.
God, no. Please… No, Larissa thought to herself as she stared at her bloodied fingers. Larissa’s mouth dropped open as she released a silent, long cry.
Larissa planted her hands on the floor in somewhat of a modified pushup position, and forced herself off the floor. In a slump, Larissa haggardly walked into the bathroom where she sat down in the tub and turned on the water. With her knees tucked into her chest, Larissa released yet another silent cry. Tears heavily streamed from her eyes as her mouth hung wide open.
November 26
With a stiffened yawn, Larissa pressed her hands up against her tired eyes as she fought to stay awake. Larissa had just finished downloading Tor on her laptop, which was, to her understanding, a software for anonymous online communication.
Anonymous.
Now that was a key word Larissa liked.
Larissa’s main goal at the moment was to be anonymous. What she had in mind required her to be as invisible as a ghost.
At first, Larissa was confused on where to go and what exactly to search for while using Tor. The internet wasn’t something she used. Facebook and Instagram. That was the internet for Larissa. Now, while using Tor, Larissa began to see things she never saw before. Things she only heard about.
At 3:17AM, Larissa came upon a website that had pictures of teenage boys and girls from different ethnicities. All of them were gagged, tagged, chained, and beaten. Prices were displayed below each image with a “broadcast” date.
$9,814.72 USD: BROADCAST DATE: 30.11.2017
$7,375.18 USD BROADCAST DATE: 05.12.2017
$12,183.54 USD BROADCAST DATE: 14.12.2017
$3, 271.39 USD BROADCAST DATE: 17.12.2017
A sickening feeling erupted through Larissa’s stomach as she realized that people were bidding real money on these teens. These kids. These kids that perhaps one day went missing. Larissa didn't even want to know why people were bidding money on them.
At 3:49AM, Larissa found what she was looking for. She stared at a murderer for hire type of website with a dark patterned theme that brought nostalgia of early 1990s internet. As Larissa scrolled down, she saw it. While biting her lower lip, Larissa read to herself:
ASSASSINATIONS: (x1) $5000 USD PAYMENT IS EXPECTED IN FULL PRIOR TO EXECUTION DATE.
Larissa, while still biting her lower lip, hovered the cursor over the purchase button. Five thousand dollars? Not bad. Larissa happily thought. She had a little over six thousand dollars saved away in a private savings account. With the way things had been going over the years with Marcus, Larissa figured she should save for a rainy day. Though, she never thought she would ever use it for something like this. She thought she'd never actually use it. Her intentions were: If things ever got worse, she would be able to leave and use the money to help her start over again. But, in all honesty, Larissa had always been too scared to do so because of what Marcus might do to her if she left. She concluded to herself that, especially after Marcus had caused her to have a miscarriage, things were not going to get better; things were only going to get worse. This was her rainy day. Her elusive rainy day.
She carefully filled out all of the information the website asked for without another pause, while also including a photograph of Marcus. One inquiry box, in particular, made Larissa smile so much that she almost laughed.
PHONE NOTIFICATION (THE TEXT MESSAGE SENT TO YOUR CELLPHONE AFTER THE JOB IS COMPLETE):
Excitement flushed through Larissa’s veins as she typed in, “Merry Christmas,” and hit the submit button. On the next page, Larissa read,
“EXPECT CONTACT ON NOVEMBER 30. FULL PAYMENT IS EXPECTED DURING MEET. PLEASE EXPECT A TEXT MESSAGE ON SAID DATE WITH FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. WHEN JOB IS COMPLETE, YOU'LL RECEIVE A TEXT MESSAGE WITH TEXT 'MERRY CHRISTMAS'”
Larissa, while leaning back in her chair, folded her arms over her chest. She reminisced back on the days when Marcus was gallant, affectionate, and funny. The Marcus she fell in love with had slowly disappeared over the years of their marriage. If only she didn't love him, Larissa would have left him as soon as he began to change. No… If only he wasn’t so threatening.
NOVEMBER 30
“I fucking hate you!” Marcus roared at Larissa just before he slammed the front door shut on his way out. Larissa stared, without almost any emotions, at the front door. Larissa had done nothing wrong to upset Marcus so much. He had woken up in such a grumpy mood, that, no matter what Larissa said or did, Marcus went off on her like a grenade.
Exhilarated with relief that Marcus had left for work, Larissa grinned to herself. She had loved him so damn much. Now… Larissa had no feelings whatsoever for Marcus. As a matter of fact, she became numb. Emotionless.
All of a sudden, Larissa’s cellphone vibrated. When Larissa picked up her cellphone, she read,
1 New message
Larissa, feeling hopeful, quickly opened the text message. The text message was from an unfamiliar number and read:
MRS. MADISON $5000. CASH. HAVE IT READY WITHIN THE NEXT 5 MINS. TWO KNOCKS MEANS IT'S ME. ANSWER HASTILY.
Larissa jumped up from the sofa and hurriedly made her way into the bedroom where she had stored the money underneath the bed in an old, brown briefcase. Larissa had cashed out $5,000 from her savings account. Regardless of the sunshine outside, today was her rainy day. As Larissa slid the briefcase out from under her bed, she paused for a moment. Larissa caressed the briefcase with a feeling of reverence. When Larissa opened the briefcase, a whopping $5,000 stared up at her asking, “What are you gonna do with me?” Larissa let out a loud, excited laugh as she knew exactly what she was going to do with the money. Just as Larissa began gliding her fingertips over the money, she heard two sharp knocks from the front door.
Larissa closed the briefcase and promptly carried it with her as she answered the front door.
As Larissa opened the door, she saw a tall, lean, Arabic woman, with appealing curves and long, curly dark hair. The woman, who was wearing a black blazer, a black miniskirt, and black heels, stood on the front porch holding open a compact mirror and applying red lipstick. Larissa couldn’t quite make out the mysterious woman’s face due to her face being practically consumed by a pair of large, oversized sunglasses. The mysterious woman casually stopped what she was doing and placed her lipstick and mirror in a small, red purse.
“The money?” the mysterious woman, seemingly uninterested, asked in a thick accent. Larissa eagerly asked, “When will the date be?” The woman, once again, asked, “The money?”
Larissa frowned and hesitantly handed over the briefcase to the mysterious woman. The woman kneeled down and sat the briefcase down in front of her. Larissa nervously watched as the woman popped opened the briefcase, and quickly skimmed through the money without really counting it.
Finally the woman looked up at Larissa and announced, “December 27th. Midnight. Sharp. Thank you for your service.”
The woman stood up with the briefcase in hand and quickly walked away without saying anything further. Larissa, puzzled, watched the mysterious woman walk off down the street. Surely any person collecting money would verify that it's all there. Yet, for whatever reason, the mysterious woman simply skimmed through it. Strange.
December 26
Right as soon as Larissa stepped out of the bar, her cellphone suddenly began to vibrate inside of her purse. A heaviness was released from Larissa’s shoulders. Relief and gratitude encircled over Larissa. This was it. It had to have been. Larissa held high a triumphant grin. No more beatings. No more torment. No more Marcus. No more abuse. Yes, the abuse was finally over. When Larissa pulled out her phone, she read,
1 New message
This was the text message Larissa had been waiting for all night; the text message she had been waiting for all month. When Larissa opened the text message from the unfamiliar number, she read, “Merry Christmas”
The air suddenly shattered with two ear-splitting cracks. Larissa's cellphone flew out of her hand as she was forcefully knocked down onto the ground in front of the bar. Blood oozed out of Larissa’s chest and began to drench her blue shirt.
Larissa had been shot twice in the chest.
Marcus placed his M16 in the back seat of his car and hurriedly sped off.
Till death do us part… Merry Christmas, baby, Marcus thought to himself.
“I ain't gonna lie, I thought Darryl wasn’t gonna be able to get our target outside.”
Opening her small, red purse, Nadia pulled out her red lipstick and pulled down the visor mirror. Just before she reapplied more lipstick on her lips, Nadia nonchalantly asked, “What do you mean?”
Sharing glances between the road and Nadia, Marcus excitedly said, “I thought he wasn’t gonna be able to get our target to step out from that bar is what I mean.”
Nadia glared at Marcus with ominous eyes, “But that wasn't the target.”
Marcus bitterly retorted, “The hell it was!”
“That was not our target.”
“What the hell do you care? Look, the bitch took out money, that, by the way, she kept hidden from me! Fucking bitches. How many other secrets did she keep? Ya know I knew she had that money. The dumb bitch. And can you believe she let herself get knocked up? I had to beat the shit out of her to get that thing outta her. That bitch. Then she goes and puts a hit on me! What, should I kill myself? Huh, Nadia?”
While still glaring at Marcus, Nadia repeated, “That was not our target.”
“Whatever. You would have done the same thing. And besides, if it was such a big deal, then why didn't you stop me?”
“There's the van.” Nadia said as she pointed towards an old beaten-up black Chevrolet Astro. “Pull over behind it so we can change vehicles.”
Marcus pulled the car over and parked it behind the van. Nadia sat still with an ice cold expression plastered on her face.
“Come on, we gotta go.” Marcus said as he reached in the backseat of the car and grabbed his M16.
“You know, when we get assigned targets, we take care of the target. Darryl may not be smart and he may not dress nicely, but he does what he is told. You? You don't listen. You do whatever you want.”
“What was I going to do? Put a bullet through my own head? What? Tell me! And if it was such a big fucking deal, then why didn't you stop me before I killed Larissa? Huh?”
As Nadia casually placed her hand into her small, red purse, she calmly replied, “I can not tell you what to do. When I went to you and told you your wife had placed a hit on you, you told me to conduct the transaction. No? You had time to change the outcome. I could have declined the transaction. You know, I didn't even count the money. I was just so—”
“Wait. What? You didn't count the money?”
“Of course not. What was the purpose? It wasn't about the money when you sent me to collect. It was about you wanting your wife dead. It was about you getting what you want. When I saw her, I saw scars, bruises, pain, fear. You did that. You made her a target. She was always just a target to you. She was never a wife for you. Was she?”
Marcus shook his head as if in complete disbelief to what he was hearing. “What the hell? Look, time is really a factor here, and all you wanna do is argue! Let's go! We can continue this later. We need to go right fucking now.”
“You missed the target.”
Just then, Nadia pulled out a pocket pistol from her purse. Without missing a beat, Nadia placed the barrel of her gun on the right side of Marcus' temple and pulled the trigger. She then grabbed the M16 out of Marcus’ hands, opened the passenger door, and quickly made her way to the van. As Nadia settled into the van, she placed her purse and M16 on the passenger seat and started up the van.
“Across 110th Street” by Bobby Womack was playing on the radio. As Nadia coolly drove off down the street, she whispered to herself, “Merry Christmas.”
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2019.11.28 14:40 SyCreations The Late Christmas Gift

December 26
As Larissa sat alone in a loud, almost empty bar, a small smile slowly made an appearance on her face just as “Across 110th Street” from Bobby Womack began playing from the jukebox. She was so pleased with herself. At exactly 12:00AM, which was just about 5 minutes away, Larissa’s husband was going to get his late Christmas gift. As she stirred the remains of her long island iced tea, which was pretty much ice cubes at this point, her small smile suddenly developed into a large, joyous smile. Larissa even let out a soft chuckle of relief. Finally , Larissa thought to herself. In about 5 minutes, or was it 4 now? However more minutes there were left, Larissa was finally going to be free. That thought alone made her feel as giddy as a child in a toy store or candy store.
“Can I buy you another?” a man asked.
When Larissa glanced up, she saw a tall, slightly overweight man dressed in a black suit with a loosened gray tie.
“That’d be nice. Thanks.” She said with a shy smile.
“Great! Actually, what time is it right now?”
“It's 11:56… Does it have to be a certain time for you to buy me a drink?” Larissa jokingly asked.
“Oh, no. I just like to keep track of time is all. See, my watch died. Hey, do you wanna go outside with me?”
“Outside? Why outside?”
“I wanna smoke real quick, but I wanna keep talking with you. Come outside.”
“Yeah, okay. But you owe me a drink.” Larissa said laughing.
October 23
“Lar! You get your dumb ass in here!” Marcus shouted from the kitchen.
Larissa stood in front of her bed folding clothes out of a laundry basket. In her late twenties, Larissa had a slim figure, large enthralling eyes full of dismay, and blonde wavy hair that gently licked her shoulders. There was an innocence about her, a visible vulnerability that, for some odd reason, benefited her attractiveness.
How much longer? She thought with despair. After Larissa gently set down a folded towel on her bed, she lifted her hand to her face and grazed her fingers over her puffed up, scabbed lower lip. Larissa softly closed her eyes for a brief moment. This was not the life she had dreamt she'd have. When Larissa opened her eyes, tears rapidly raced each other down her cheeks. What was it her father used to always tell her when she was a child?
Crying doesn't change anything, actions do.
If only her father was still alive to remind her. He would have never allowed her to be in the position she was currently in. Never.
Larissa shook her head, grabbed a pair of jeans out of the laundry basket, and continued folding. Just then she heard Marcus' shouting. She hurriedly folded the pair of jeans she was holding and dropped them onto the bed, wiped her eyes, and rushed into the kitchen where Marcus was shoving a greasy fast food cheeseburger in his mouth.
Marcus, who was rough and burly, in his mid thirties, and had a slightly chiseled face with short stubble, glanced up at Larissa and snapped, “I thought I told ya to pick up some beer today! Where da hell is it?”
Larissa, while lowering her head, began to respond, “Marcus, I went to the store, but I only had enough for—”
Marcus quickly stood up and struck Larissa across her face with the back of his hand. “You dumb, fuckin’ bitch! When I tell ya to do something, you do it!”
“I’m sorry, Mar—”
Marcus grabbed Larissa by the back of her hair and yelled, “Don't you make no fuckin’ excuses! You hear me?! Now you get yo fat ass out to the goddamn store! You stupid bitch.” Marcus pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and tossed it onto the floor, then went back to eating his food.
While in line at the liquor store, Larissa placed her hand over her stomach. Seven weeks. Larissa smiled. Larissa thought to herself, Things will change after the baby.
“Ma’am?” A young looking cashier said as he interrupted Larissa’s daydream.
Larissa shook her head as she snapped out of her thoughts and walked up towards the register. As Larissa lifted up an 18 pack of Coors Light onto the counter, the cashier glared hard at her black eye.
“Looks bad.” The cashier said as he pointed a finger at his own eye.
Larissa shrugged and asked, “How much?”
The cashier responded in a concerned tone, “That'll be 18.60. You get into a fight?”
Larissa retrieved the twenty dollar bill that Marcus had given her from the left pocket of her pants and placed it on the counter
As the cashier handed Larissa back her change, he asked, “So, what happened to your eye?”
“Must've fallen.” Larissa said as she shoved the change into her pants pocket and walked out of the liquor store.
Marcus was plopped on the sofa watching some action film when Larissa walked into the house.
“Took ya long enough. Give me one of them beers, Lar.” Marcus said without taking his gaze off the television.
Larissa set the case of beer on the living room table and tore it open.
“Here ya go, Marcus.” Larissa said as she handed a can of beer to Marcus.
“For fuck sake! Don’t ya know how ta open a fuckin’ can a’beer?!” Marcus snarled.
Larissa immediately apologized for her mistake and popped opened the can of beer. Marcus snatched the beer out of Larissa’s hand and blurted out, “Yer blockin’ da damn TV. What are ya, some kinda retard?”
With her head down, feeling more depleted than ever, Larissa made her way into the kitchen where she prepared herself a glass of chamomile tea. While sitting in isolation in the kitchen, Larissa tried extremely hard to hold back the tears that wanted to drip from her eyes as she repeatedly dipped the teabag in and out of her cup.
What was that again, Dad? Crying doesn't change anything, actions do.
Right.
November 7
Larissa was busy vacuuming the living room when Marcus drunkenly walked into the house at about 6:37PM.
“Bitch, shut that thing off and get the fuck over here!” Marcus yelled.
“Yes, Marcus.” Larissa, after instantaneously turning off the vacuum, cowardly responded with her head almost tucked into her chest.
Marcus tightly grabbed ahold of Larissa’s arm and whispered into her ear, “You gonna give me some lovin’ o what?”
Larissa tried to pull away from Marcus.
“I'm not feeling well. I'm feeling a bit nauseated right—”
Marcus punched Larissa in the face. Right after Larissa fell to the floor, Marcus climbed on top of her. Shielding her face with both of her arms, Larissa pleaded with Marcus, “No!! You’re hurting me! Stop, Marcus, stop!!”
“You saying ‘no’ ta me, bitch? Fuckin’ saying ‘no’ ta me, huh? You're my wife! You listen to me! You do what I tell you to do!” Marcus growled as he unzipped his pants.
Larissa screamed and thrashed about as she continued to plead for Marcus to release her. Marcus tightly grabbed Larissa’s arms and forced her hands above her head as he began to have his way with her. Larissa's screams echoed throughout the house as Marcus stared deep into her eyes with a penetrating hatred that would place fear into Satan himself.
November 10
Larissa, without much strength, collapsed onto the floor. Blood dripped from her mouth as she spat out a tooth.
Marcus stood over Larissa and snarled, “You're a dumb, worthless bitch! Pregnant? You think you gonna be a good mother? You think you can take care of a baby? You can't even take care of yourself! Look at you! You stupid bitch!”
Marcus kicked Larissa in the stomach. With his teeth tightly clenched, Marcus yelled, “You’re worthless! You understand me? Worthless!”
He then angrily walked into their bedroom for a short moment and came back out with a black suit jacket on. As Marcus walked back towards Larissa, where she was shivering on the living room floor, he hovered over her and, almost in a deep whisper, said, “Darryl, a guy I was working with at the warehouse, got me a job in some client services shit. I start tonight. Have this place cleaned up by the time I get back.”
Marcus buttoned his suit and walked out of the front door. Perhaps with Marcus' new job, things will gradually become better. He'd be preoccupied with work. He wouldn't be jobless anymore. And with the baby on the way… everything was bound to change. Everything was bound to be… better.
*Better.
Better was the key word here.*
If only Marcus hadn’t instilled so much damn fear into Larissa, she'd be a better person. She wouldn't have to live each day in fear that that day would be her last day alive. She would have a better life alone or with a new and caring man. If only she were brave enough to just walk away from it all. She could definitely have a better life if Marcus wasn’t around. Life would simply be better if she wasn’t so damn scared of Marcus! There was a small gleam of hope, though, that Marcus’ demeanor would change after the baby. Something had to happen. Something better.
Better.
There was that damn word again.
Larissa, still shivering on the floor, cried out in pain as a tightening sensation filled her pelvic area. Suddenly, Larissa felt a warm liquid leak from between her thighs. With Marcus now gone, Larissa reached a quivering hand between her thighs. When Larissa brought her hand up towards her face, tears quickly began running down her cheeks. Blood. Dark, crimson blood was now coated on her shaky hand.
God, no. Please… No, Larissa thought to herself as she stared at her bloodied fingers. Larissa’s mouth dropped open as she released a silent, long cry.
Larissa planted her hands on the floor in somewhat of a modified pushup position, and forced herself off the floor. In a slump, Larissa haggardly walked into the bathroom where she sat down in the tub and turned on the water. With her knees tucked into her chest, Larissa released yet another silent cry. Tears heavily streamed from her eyes as her mouth hung wide open.
November 26
With a stiffened yawn, Larissa pressed her hands up against her tired eyes as she fought to stay awake. Larissa had just finished downloading Tor on her laptop, which was, to her understanding, a software for anonymous online communication.
Anonymous.
Now that was a key word Larissa liked.
Larissa’s main goal at the moment was to be anonymous. What she had in mind required her to be as invisible as a ghost.
At first, Larissa was confused on where to go and what exactly to search for while using Tor. The internet wasn’t something she used. Facebook and Instagram. That was the internet for Larissa. Now, while using Tor, Larissa began to see things she never saw before. Things she only heard about.
At 3:17AM, Larissa came upon a website that had pictures of teenage boys and girls from different ethnicities. All of them were gagged, tagged, chained, and beaten. Prices were displayed below each image with a “broadcast” date.
**$9,814.72 USD: BROADCAST DATE: 30.11.2017
$7,375.18 USD BROADCAST DATE: 05.12.2017
$12,183.54 USD BROADCAST DATE: 14.12.2017
$3, 271.39 USD BROADCAST DATE: 17.12.2017**
A sickening feeling erupted through Larissa’s stomach as she realized that people were bidding real money on these teens. These kids. These kids that perhaps one day went missing. Larissa didn't even want to know why people were bidding money on them.
At 3:49AM, Larissa found what she was looking for. She stared at a murderer for hire type of website with a dark patterned theme that brought nostalgia of early 1990s internet. As Larissa scrolled down, she saw it. While biting her lower lip, Larissa read to herself:
ASSASSINATIONS: (x1) $5000 USD PAYMENT IS EXPECTED IN FULL PRIOR TO EXECUTION DATE.
Larissa, while still biting her lower lip, hovered the cursor over the purchase button. Five thousand dollars? Not bad. Larissa happily thought. She had a little over six thousand dollars saved away in a private savings account. With the way things had been going over the years with Marcus, Larissa figured she should save for a rainy day. Though, she never thought she would ever use it for something like this. She thought she'd never actually use it. Her intentions were: If things ever got worse, she would be able to leave and use the money to help her start over again. But, in all honesty, Larissa had always been too scared to do so because of what Marcus might do to her if she left. She concluded to herself that, especially after Marcus had caused her to have a miscarriage, things were not going to get better; things were only going to get worse. This was her rainy day. Her elusive rainy day.
She carefully filled out all of the information the website asked for without another pause, while also including a photograph of Marcus. One inquiry box, in particular, made Larissa smile so much that she almost laughed.
PHONE NOTIFICATION (THE TEXT MESSAGE SENT TO YOUR CELLPHONE AFTER THE JOB IS COMPLETE):
Excitement flushed through Larissa’s veins as she typed in, “Merry Christmas,” and hit the submit button. On the next page, Larissa read,
“EXPECT CONTACT ON NOVEMBER 30. FULL PAYMENT IS EXPECTED DURING MEET. PLEASE EXPECT A TEXT MESSAGE ON SAID DATE WITH FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. WHEN JOB IS COMPLETE, YOU'LL RECEIVE A TEXT MESSAGE WITH TEXT 'MERRY CHRISTMAS'”
Larissa, while leaning back in her chair, folded her arms over her chest. She reminisced back on the days when Marcus was gallant, affectionate, and funny. The Marcus she fell in love with had slowly disappeared over the years of their marriage. If only she didn't love him, Larissa would have left him as soon as he began to change. No… If only he wasn’t so threatening.
NOVEMBER 30
“I fucking hate you!” Marcus roared at Larissa just before he slammed the front door shut on his way out. Larissa stared, without almost any emotions, at the front door. Larissa had done nothing wrong to upset Marcus so much. He had woken up in such a grumpy mood, that, no matter what Larissa said or did, Marcus went off on her like a grenade.
Exhilarated with relief that Marcus had left for work, Larissa grinned to herself. She had loved him so damn much. Now… Larissa had no feelings whatsoever for Marcus. As a matter of fact, she became numb. Emotionless.
All of a sudden, Larissa’s cellphone vibrated. When Larissa picked up her cellphone, she read,
1 New message.
Larissa, feeling hopeful, quickly opened the text message. The text message was from an unfamiliar number and read:
MRS. MADISON $5000. CASH. HAVE IT READY WITHIN THE NEXT 5 MINS. TWO KNOCKS MEANS IT'S ME. ANSWER HASTILY.
Larissa jumped up from the sofa and hurriedly made her way into the bedroom where she had stored the money underneath the bed in an old, brown briefcase. Larissa had cashed out $5,000 from her savings account. Regardless of the sunshine outside, today was her rainy day. As Larissa slid the briefcase out from under her bed, she paused for a moment. Larissa caressed the briefcase with a feeling of reverence. When Larissa opened the briefcase, a whopping $5,000 stared up at her asking,“What are you gonna do with me?” Larissa let out a loud, excited laugh as she knew exactly what she was going to do with the money. Just as Larissa began gliding her fingertips over the money, she heard two sharp knocks from the front door.
Larissa closed the briefcase and promptly carried it with her as she answered the front door.
As Larissa opened the door, she saw a tall, lean, Arabic woman, with appealing curves and long, curly dark hair. The woman, who was wearing a black blazer, a black miniskirt, and black heels, stood on the front porch holding open a compact mirror and applying red lipstick. Larissa couldn’t quite make out the mysterious woman’s face due to her face being practically consumed by a pair of large, oversized sunglasses. The mysterious woman casually stopped what she was doing and placed her lipstick and mirror in a small, red purse.
“The money?” the mysterious woman, seemingly uninterested, asked in a thick accent.
Larissa eagerly asked, “When will the date be?”
The woman, once again, asked, “The money?”
Larissa frowned and hesitantly handed over the briefcase to the mysterious woman. The woman kneeled down and sat the briefcase down in front of her. Larissa nervously watched as the woman popped opened the briefcase, and quickly skimmed through the money without really counting it.
Finally the woman looked up at Larissa and announced, “December 27th. Midnight. Sharp. Thank you for your service."
The woman stood up with the briefcase in hand and quickly walked away without saying anything further. Larissa, puzzled, watched the mysterious woman walk off down the street. Surely any person collecting money would verify that it's all there. Yet, for whatever reason, the mysterious woman simply skimmed through it. Strange.
December 26
Right as soon as Larissa stepped out of the bar, her cellphone suddenly began to vibrate inside of her purse. A heaviness was released from Larissa’s shoulders. Relief and gratitude encircled over Larissa. This was it. It had to have been. Larissa held high a triumphant grin. No more beatings. No more torment. No more Marcus. No more abuse. Yes, the abuse was finally over. When Larissa pulled out her phone, she read,
1 New message
This was the text message Larissa had been waiting for all night; the text message she had been waiting for all month. When Larissa opened the text message from the unfamiliar number, she read, “Merry Christmas”
The air suddenly shattered with two ear-splitting cracks. Larissa's cellphone flew out of her hand as she was forcefully knocked down onto the ground in front of the bar. Blood oozed out of Larissa’s chest and began to drench her blue shirt.
Larissa had been shot twice in the chest.
Marcus placed his M16 in the back seat of his car and hurriedly sped off.
Till death do us part… Merry Christmas, baby, Marcus thought to himself.
“I ain't gonna lie, I thought Darryl wasn’t gonna be able to get our target outside.”
Opening her small, red purse, Nadia pulled out her red lipstick and pulled down the visor mirror. Just before she reapplied more lipstick on her lips, Nadia nonchalantly asked, “What do you mean?”
Sharing glances between the road and Nadia, Marcus excitedly said, “I thought he wasn’t gonna be able to get our target to step out from that bar is what I mean."
Nadia glared at Marcus with ominous eyes, “But that wasn't the target.”
Marcus bitterly retorted, “The hell it was!”
“That was not our target.”
“What the hell do you care? Look, the bitch took out money, that, by the way, she kept hidden from me! Fucking bitches. How many other secrets did she keep? Ya know I knew she had that money. The dumb bitch. And can you believe she let herself get knocked up? I had to beat the shit out of her to get that thing outta her. That bitch. Then she goes and puts a hit on me! What, should I kill myself? Huh, Nadia?”
While still glaring at Marcus, Nadia repeated, “That was not our target.”
“Whatever. You would have done the same thing. And besides, if it was such a big deal, then why didn't you stop me?”
“There's the van.” Nadia said as she pointed towards an old beaten-up black Chevrolet Astro. “Pull over behind it so we can change vehicles.”
Marcus pulled the car over and parked it behind the van.
Nadia sat still with an ice cold expression plastered on her face.
“Come on, we gotta go.” Marcus said as he reached in the backseat of the car and grabbed his M16.
“You know, when we get assigned targets, we take care of the target. Darryl may not be smart and he may not dress nicely, but he does what he is told. You? You don't listen. You do whatever you want.”
“What was I going to do? Put a bullet through my own head? What? Tell me! And if it was such a big fucking deal, then why didn't you stop me before I killed Larissa? Huh?”
As Nadia casually placed her hand into her small, red purse, she calmly replied, “I can not tell you what to do. When I went to you and told you your wife had placed a hit on you, you told me to conduct the transaction. No? You had time to change the outcome. I could have declined the transaction. You know, I didn't even count the money. I was just so—”
“Wait. What? You didn't count the money?”
“Of course not. What was the purpose? It wasn't about the money when you sent me to collect. It was about you wanting your wife dead. It was about you getting what you want. When I saw her, I saw scars, bruises, pain, fear. You did that. You made her a target. She was always just a target to you. She was never a wife for you. Was she?”
Marcus shook his head as if in complete disbelief to what he was hearing. “What the hell? Look, time is really a factor here, and all you wanna do is argue! Let's go! We can continue this later. We need to go right fucking now.”
“You missed the target.”
Just then, Nadia pulled out a pocket pistol from her purse. Without missing a beat, Nadia placed the barrel of her gun on the right side of Marcus' temple and pulled the trigger. She then grabbed the M16 out of Marcus’ hands, opened the passenger door, and quickly made her way to the van. As Nadia settled into the van, she placed her purse and M16 on the passenger seat and started up the van.
“Across 110th Street” by Bobby Womack was playing on the radio. As Nadia coolly drove off down the street, she whispered to herself, “Merry Christmas.”
Author, Sandra Martinez
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2019.09.01 19:16 SofieTerleska September 1 1969: Pilots Split Doubleheader, Davis Joins Astros -- "I Have Not Told A Soul. Until Now."

The Pilots were on the brink of being swept in their Labor Day doubleheader — the Yankees had already taken Game 1 thanks to two me runs by Bobby Murcer, and held a 1-0 lead going into the top of the ninth in Game 2. However, the Pilots suddenly came to life — a single by Tommy Harper, a sacrifice which sent him to second, and an RBI single by Mike Hegan sent the game to extra innings. Nobody scored again until the thirteenth inning, when Steve Hovley broke the tie in the top of the inning by singling home Ron Clark. After an intentional walk to Tommy Harper, Hegan was up again — and this time, he slammed a three-run homer to seal the final score of 5-1. New Pilot Dooley Womack was the winning pitcher. If nothing else, Yankees fans certainly got their money’s worth today — those who stuck out the whole doubleheader got to see 22 innings of baseball.
One stroke of good fortune for the Pilots is that they did not see slugger Joe Pepitone and won’t see him tomorrow, either — manager Ralph Houk has fined him $500 and suspended him indefinitely for leaving the park without permission. According to the AP, this has been a longstanding problem.
The 28-year-old repentant star, who draws $40,000 a year from the Yankees, said his erratic behavior stemmed mostly from marital difficulties rather than from financial problems. He is divorced from his first wife and separated from his second.
”I know I’ve been wrong and I know I hurt the team,” Pepitone said at a press conference after his meeting with Houk.
”I’d rather be a peddler in the street making $100 a week and be happy than make $40,000 a year playing baseball and not be happy,” he said. “Now I want to get back that feeling for baseball.”
Asked about his finances Pepitone said he owed $4,800, but “who doesn’t owe $4,800?”
He added: “It’s not true my money problems have anything to do with loan sharks and I’m not involved in the Mafia.”
”I’ve been living on $50 a week for the last three years,” he said. “That’s what my lawyer gives me.”
It’s unfortunate that Jim Bouton isn’t present since he would no doubt have some insights into both Houk and Pepitone, but in compensation he is learning the answers to some earlier questions. The newly-traded Tommy Davis has joined the Astros. “Upon a promise from me that I’d never tell, Tommy Davis revealed that the man who had nailed my shoes to the clubhouse floor, tore the buttons off my sweatshirts and pulled my jockstraps out of shape was Gene Brabender. I have kept my word. I have not told a soul. Until now.*
BOX SCORE (Game 1)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E
Pilots 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 6 3
Yankees 0 1 0 1 1 0 3 0 x 6 10 2
** WP: Mel Stottlemyre (18-11) • LP: George Brunet (7-12)**
Pilots Batting
2B: John Donaldson (7)
SH: Tommy Harper (2)
TB: Steve Hovley 3; John Donaldson 2; Mike Hegan; Sandy Valdespino
RBI: Sandy Valdespino (13)
Team LOB: 8
With RISP: 0 for 7
Pilots Fielding
E: Jim Pagliaroni (3); Sandy Valdespino 2 (3)
Yankees Batting
2B: Roy White (26); Len Boehmer (2); Horace Clarke (20)
HR: Bobby Murcer 2 (21)
IBB: Jerry Kenney (2)
TB: Bobby Murcer 8; Horace Clarke 4; Roy White 4; Len Boehmer 2; Gene Michael
RBI: Roy White 3 (62); Bobby Murcer 2 (71)
2-out RBI: Roy White
Team LOB: 9
With RISP: 3 for 13
Yankees Fielding
E: Horace Clarke (15); Jerry Kenney (7)
Yankees Baserunning
SB: Roy White (15); Gene Michael (6)
Pitching
team pitcher IP H BB R ER
SEP Brunet 6 7 1 3 3
SEP O’Donoghue 0.1 3 2 3 2
SEP Locker 0.2 0 1 0 0
SEP Fuentes 1 0 1 0 0
NYY Stottlemyre 9 6 1 1 0
WP: George Brunet (5)
IBB: Bob Locker (8)
BOX SCORE (Game 2)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 R H E
Pilots 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 4 5 7 3
Yankees 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 4 0
** WP: Dooley Womack (3-2) • LP: Steve Hamilton (3-4)**
Pilots Batting
HR: Mike Hegan (8)
SH: Steve Hovley (2)
IBB: Tommy Harper (2)
TB: Mike Hegan 5; Gus Gil; Greg Goossen; Ron Clark; Steve Hovley; Wayne Comer
RBI: Mike Hegan 4 (35); Steve Hovley (16)
2-out RBI: Mike Hegan 3; Steve Hovley
Team LOB: 5
With RISP: 3 for 4
Pilots Fielding
E: Bob Meyer 2 (2); Gus Gil (9)
Yankees Batting
SF: Roy White (9)
SH: Gene Michael (4)
TB: Horace Clarke 2; Mike Kekich; Gene Michael
RBI: Roy White (63)
Team LOB: 8
With RISP: 1 for 7
Yankees Fielding
PB: Jake Gibbs (5)
Yankees Baserunning
CS: Roy White (8)
Pitching
team pitcher IP H BB R ER
SEP Meyer 9 4 2 1 0
SEP Segui 2 0 1 0 0
SEP Womack 2 0 0 0 0
NYY Kekich 8.1 3 1 1 1
NYY McDaniel 3.2 1 1 0 0
NYY Hamilton 1 3 1 4 4
WP: Bob Meyer (1)
IBB: Steve Hamilton (5)
Other information
Umpires: HP - Jim Odom (Game 1) Larry Barnett (Game 2) 1B - Larry Barnett (Game 1) George Maloney (Game 2) 2B - George Maloney (Game 1) Ed Runge (Game 2) 3B - Ed Runge (Game 1) Jim Odom (Game 2)
Time of Game: 2:19 (Game 1) 3:18 (Game 2)
Attendance: 15,387
Location: Yankee Stadium
NL EAST STANDINGS
Team W L GB
CHC 83 52
NYM 76 55 5
PIT 71 60 10
STL 72 62 10.5
PHI 52 79 29
MON 41 94 42
NL WEST STANDINGS
Team W L GB
SFG 75 59
LAD 73 58 0.5
CIN 72 58 1
ATL 73 63 3
HOU 69 64 5.5
SDP 40 93 34.5
AL EAST STANDINGS
Team W L GB
BAL 92 43
DET 78 54 13
BOS 71 61 19.5
WSA 69 66 23
NYY 66 67 25
CLE 54 80 37.5
AL WEST STANDINGS
Team W L GB
MIN 80 52
OAK 74 57 5.5
CAL 56 74 23
KCR 53 79 27
CHW 52 79 27.5
SEP 50 82 30
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2017.12.05 21:33 SyCreations The Late Christmas Gift

December 26
As Larissa sat alone in a loud, almost empty bar, a small smile slowly made an appearance on her face as “Across 110th Street” from Bobby Womack began playing on the jukebox. She was most pleased with herself. At 12:00AM, which was just 20 minutes away, Larissa’s husband was going to get his late Christmas gift. A large smile suddenly emerged on Larissa’s face as she stirred her long island iced tea.
October 23
Marcus yelled, “Lar! You get your fucking ass in here!”
Larissa hurriedly folded a pair of jeans from the laundry basket in the bedroom and rushed into the kitchen where Marcus was shoving a greasy fast food cheeseburger into his mouth. Marcus glanced up at Larissa and snapped, “I thought I told ya to pick up some fuckin’ Coors!”
Larissa began to respond, “Marcus, I went to the store, but you didn't give me enough—”
Marcus quickly stood up and struck Larissa across her face with the back of his hand.
“You dumb, fuckin’ cunt!”
“I’m sorry, Mar—”
Marcus grabbed Larrisa by the back of her hair and yelled, “Don't make no fuckin’ excuses! You hear me?! Now get yo fat ass out and buy me somethin’ to drink! Fuckin’ bitch!” Marcus threw some money at Larissa in a fit of rage.
While in line at the liquor store, Larissa placed her hand over her stomach. Seven weeks. Larissa smiled. Larissa thought to herself, Things will change after the baby.
“Ma’am?” A young looking cashier interrupted Larissa’s daydream while standing behind the counter.
Larissa shook her head as she snapped out of her thoughts and moved up towards the register. As Larissa lifted up an 18 pack of Coors Light onto the counter, the cashier glared hard at her black eye.
“Looks pretty bad.” The cashier said as he pointed a finger at his own eye.
Larissa shrugged and asked, “How much?”
“18.60” The cashier responded in a concerned tone.
Marcus was plopped on the sofa watching some action film when Larissa walked into the house. “Took ya long enough. Give me one of them beers, Lar.” Marcus said without taking his gaze off the television set. Larissa sat the case of beer on the living room table and tore it open.
“Here ya go, Marcus.” Larissa said as she handed a can of beer to Marcus.
“For fuck sake! Don’t ya know how ta open a fuckin’ can a’beer?!” Marcus retorted in a condescending manner.
Larissa immediately apologized for her mistake and popped opened the can of beer. Marcus snatched the beer out of Larissa’s hand right as he blurted out, “Yer blockin’ da damn tv. What are ya, some kinda idiot?” With her head down, feeling more depleted than ever, Larissa made her way into the kitchen where she prepared herself a glass of chamomile tea. While sitting in isolation in the kitchen, Larissa tried extremely hard to hold back the tears that wanted to flow from her eyes as she repeatedly dipped the tea bag into her cup.
November 7
Larissa was busy vacuuming the living room when Marcus drunkenly walked into the house at about 5:37PM.
“Bitch, shut that thing off and get the fuck over here!” Marcus yelled.
“Yes, Marcus.” Larissa, after instantaneously turning off the vacuum, cowardly responded with her head almost tucked into her chest.
Marcus tightly grabbed hold of Larissa’s arm and whispered into her ear, “You gonna give me some lovin’ o what?”
Larissa tried to pull away from Marcus. “No, I'm not feeling well. I'm feeling a bit nauseated right—”
Marcus lifted his right fist and punched Larissa in her face. Larissa fell to the floor and Marcus climbed on top of her.
“You saying ‘no’ ta me, bitch? Fuckin’ saying ‘no’ ta me, huh? You're my wife! You'll do as I say!” Marcus growled as he unzipped his pants. Larissa screamed and thrashed about as she pleaded for Marcus to release her. Marcus tightly held Larissa’s hands above her head as he spread her legs apart. Larissa's screams echoed throughout the house as Marcus stared deep into her eyes and had his way with her.
November 10
Larissa, without much strength, managed to push herself off the floor. Blood dripped from her mouth as she spat out a tooth. Marcus stood over Larissa and snarled, “You're a dumb, worthless bitch! Pregnant? You think you gonna be a good mother when you're nothing but a lousy wife? You can't even take care of yourself! You're nothing!” Marcus kicked Larissa right in the stomach. “You’re worthless!” He yelled at her. Marcus walked into their bedroom for a brief moment and came out with a black suit jacket on. As Marcus walked back towards Larissa, where she was shivering on the living room floor, he hovered over her and, almost in a deep whisper, said, “Ronnie got me a job in some client services shit. I start tonight. Have this place cleaned up when I get back.” Marcus buttoned his suit and walked out of the front door.
Marcus had been out of work and collecting unemployment for over eight months. He was a warehouse manager at his last job, but due to a shutdown, Marcus was left without a job. Larissa had noticed an immediate change in Marcus. After he lost his job, Marcus became more violent. The beatings occurred more often than before.
Larissa, still shivering on the floor, cried out in pain as a tightening sensation filled her pelvic area. Suddenly, Larissa felt a warm liquid leak from between her thighs. With Marcus now gone, Larissa reached a quivering hand between her thighs. When Larissa brought her hand up towards her face, tears rapidly began running down her eyes. Blood. Dark, crimson blood.
God, no. Please… No, Larissa thought to herself as she stared at her bloodied fingers. Larissa’s mouth dropped open as she released a silent, long cry.
Larissa, now with her palms planted on the floor in somewhat of a modified pushup position, Larissa forced herself off the floor. In a slump, Larissa haggardly walked into the bathroom where she sat down in the tub and turned on the water. Larissa, with her knees tucked into her chest, released yet another silent cry. Tears heavily streamed down her eyes as her mouth hung open.
November 26
With a stiffened yawn, Larissa pressed the palms of her hands up against her tired eyes as she fought to stay awake. Larissa had just finished downloading Tor on her laptop, which was, to her understanding, a software for anonymous online communication. Anonymous. That was the key word. Larissa’s main goal at the moment was anonymous. Anonymity. At first, Larissa was confused on where to go and what exactly to search for while using Tor. The internet wasn’t something she used. Facebook and Instagram. That was the internet for Larissa. Now, while using Tor, Larissa began to see things she never saw before. At 3:27AM, Larissa came upon a website that displayed pictures of teenage boys and girls from different ethnicities. All of them were gagged, tagged, chained, and beaten. Prices were displayed below each image with a “broadcast” date.
$9,814.72 USD: BROADCAST DATE: [30.11.2017] $7,375.18 USD BROADCAST DATE: [05.12.2017] $12,183.54 USD BROADCAST DATE: [14.12.2017] $3, 271.39 USD BROADCAST DATE: [17.12.2017]
A sickening feeling erupted through Larissa’s stomach as she realized that people were bidding real money on these teens. These kids. These kids that perhaps one day went missing. Larissa didn't even want to know why people were bidding money on them.
At 3:49AM, Larissa found what she needed.
Assassinations: (x1) $15000 USD Payment is expected in full prior to execution.
Larissa, while biting her lower lip, clicked on the purchase button. She quickly filled out all of the information the website asked for without any hesitation. One inquiry box, in particular, made Larissa smile so much that she almost laughed.
Phone Notification (the text message sent to your cellphone after the job is completed):
Excitement flushed through Larissa’s veins as she typed in, “Merry Christmas,” and hit the submit button. On the next page, Larissa saw large, bold words:
“EXPECT CONTACT ON NOVEMBER 30. FULL PAYMENT IS EXPECTED DURING MEET. PLEASE EXPECT A TEXT MESSAGE ON SAID DATE FROM AN UNKNOWN NUMBER WITH FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.
WHEN JOB IS COMPLETED, YOU'LL RECEIVE A TEXT MESSAGE FROM AN UNKNOWN NUMBER WITH TEXT 'MERRY CHRISTMAS'”
Larissa, while leaning back in her chair, folded her bruised arms over her chest. Three years… going on four years. Marcus wasn’t always abusive during their marriage. It wasn't until after a year into their marriage when Marcus became physically abusive towards her. Larissa reminisced back on the days when Marcus was only verbally abusive. If only she didn't love him, Larissa would have left him then.
NOVEMBER 30
“I fucking hate you!” Marcus roared at Larissa just before he slammed the front door shut on his way out. Larissa stared, without almost any emotions, at the front door. Larissa had done nothing wrong to upset Marcus so much. He had woken up in such a grumpy mood, that, no matter what Larissa said or did, Marcus went off on her like a grenade.
Exhilarated with relief that Marcus had left for work, Larissa grinned to herself. She had loved him so damn much. Now… Larissa had no feelings whatsoever for Marcus. Not even hate.
All of a sudden, Larissa’s cellphone vibrated. When Larissa picked up her cellphone, she read,
1 New message
Larissa, feeling hopeful, quickly opened the text message. The text message was from an unknown number and read:
MRS. MADISON $15000. CASH. HAVE IT READY WITHIN THE NEXT 5 MINS. TWO KNOCKS MEANS IT'S ME. ANSWER HASTILY.
Larissa jumped up from the sofa and hurriedly made her way into the bedroom where she had stored the money underneath the bed. Larissa had cashed out $15,000 from her savings bond. Not all at once, of course, but in the course of 15 months. As Larissa slid a brown suitcase out from beneath her bed, she paused for a moment to caress the suitcase with a feeling of reverence. Larissa closed her eyes momentarily as she opened the suitcase. $15, 000 stared at Larissa as if asking her, “What are you gonna do with me?” Larissa let out a loud, excited laughter as she knew exactly what she was going to do with the money. Just as Larissa began grazing her fingertips over the money, two sharp knocks were heard on the front door.
Larissa, with a devious smile, closed the suitcase and promptly carried it with her as she answered the front door.
A woman who was tall, lean, in an all black business suit, and practically hidden behind large sunglasses stood on Larissa’s porch. “The money?” the woman, seeming disinterested, asked in a monotone voice. Larissa eagerly asked, “When will the date be?” The woman, once again, asked, “The money?” Larissa frowned and hesitantly handed over the suitcase to the mysterious woman. The woman keeled down and sat the suitcase down in front of her. Larissa nervously watched as the woman popped opened the suitcase, quickly counted the money, then say, “Midnight. The beginning hours of December 27. Thank you for your service.” The woman stood up with the suitcase in her right hand and sharply turned around and walked away without saying anything further. Larissa, puzzled, watched the strange woman walk off down the street.
December 26
Right as soon as Larissa stepped out of the bar to smoke a cigarette, her cellphone suddenly began vibrating inside of her purse. A heaviness was released from Larissa’s shoulders. Relief and gratitude encircled over Larissa. This was it. It had to have been. Larissa held a triumphant grin as she lit her cigarette. No more beatings. No more insults. The abuse was finally over. Larissa took a deep inhale from her cigarette just before reaching into her purse to retrieve her cellphone.
1 New message
This was the text message Larissa had been waiting for all night; the text message she had been waiting for all month. When Larissa opened the text message from the unknown number, she read, “Merry Christmas”
The air suddenly shattered with two ear-splitting cracks. Larissa's cellphone flew out of her hand as she was forcefully knocked down onto the bar's parking lot. Blood immediately began to ooze out of Larissa’s chest and drench her blue blouse.
Larissa had been shot twice in the heart.
Marcus placed his M16 in the back seat of his car and hurriedly sped off.
Till death do us part… Merry Christmas, baby, Marcus thought to himself.
If only Larissa would have known that Marcus' new job in client services was with a hitman agency. But, unfortunately… Larissa didn't. If only Larissa would have known, she wouldn't have made the mistake of hiring her own husband as the hitman.
Author: Sandra J. Martinez (The Lady of Cringe) www.sycreations.wordpress.com
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2016.01.12 05:58 Codidly5 2005 Seattle Seahawks, where are they now?

I was inspired by the /nfl post, found here, and decided to do one for the first Hawks team to go to the Super Bowl.
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2016.01.12 04:57 Codidly5 2005 Seattle Seahawks, where are they now?

I was inspired by the /nfl post, found here, and decided to do one for the first Hawks team to go to the Super Bowl.
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2015.10.16 12:24 likethatwhenigothere What's on this weekend...

You made it!!!! It's finally Friday and the weekend is nearly here. You should celebrate by making the most of it. If you don't have plans already, then I'm here for you with a bunch of suggestions. If you do already have plans well thats cool. Let us know what you're up to. If you know of any cool things going on in Soton that I've not listed, then by all means, share. Remember, sharing is caring - unless we're talking about STIs.
Ghost Walk @ Starting at Bargate (Friday Night)
Fancy yourself as a bit of a ghost hunter? Then take a guided tour around Southampton and visit some of the 'haunted' parts of the city. Starting at 7pm, lasting 90 minutes and costing 6 quid, it should be a pretty fascinating insight into the 'scarier side' of southampton - scarier than walk down Shirley High Street. Check out: http://www.southamptontouristguides.com/ghost-walk.html
Sweeney Todd @ The Mayflower (All Weekend)
You might have seen the movie with Johnny Depp and Tim Burton's ex wife. The one where Johnny Depp dresses up as a weird character and it's dark and stuff? Actually, that could be any Johnny Depp movie. He's a barber. And he cuts the throats of his customers - which seems a really bad idea from a business perspective. Anyway, they turn them into delicious pies. Ring any bells? Well yeah, that's at the Mayflower this weekend. Check it out. Johnny Depp won't be there.
Blaxploitation on Rotation 3 @ The Social (Friday night)
You probably didn't realise this, but it's black history month, so The Social is holding 'blaxploitation on rotation'. You can expect funk and groove tunes from the likes of Marvin Gaye, Bobby Womack and Curtis Mayfield on vinyl whilst they screen a range of blaxploitation movies. It's £4 on the door.
Live Music @ White Star Tavern (Friday Night from 6pm)
Every Friday after work, White Star on Oxford Street has some live music going on. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not so good. But if you're at a loose end on a Friday night and fancy a beer after work whilst someone tries to serenade you with their dulcet tones, then you should check it out. Tonight, it's Jon Cotton who's 'rustic vocals' has been compared to David Gray and Bryan Adams. Hey, if he plays Summer of 69, I'm sold.
Jumble Sale @ St Matthews Church Hall (Saturday)
Do you like to buying other people's junk? Well it's time to get excited, because on Saturday there's a jumble sale at St Matthews Church (out towards Netley). I'm sure it's all for a good cause. Actually maybe not, it's in a church so they're probably just raising money for a new roof of something. I'm not even sure why I'm telling you about this.
Now you see us (a night of magic) @ The Stage Door (Saturday Night)
If the likes of David Copperfield or David Blaine float your boat, then head along to The Stage Door on Saturday night and prepare to be amazed. A night of comedy, magic and illusion awaits you.
Jongleurs @ Oceana (Saturday night)
Now this is more like it. The tagline is 'EAT. DRINK. LAUGH. DANCE'. Sounds like a banging Saturday night. Anyway, well known comedy club 'Jongleurs' is hosting a comedy night at Oceana. With comedians like Jason Patterson and David Ward (yeah, I've never heard of them either) it should be a good laugh. Starts 8pm, lasts for a couple of hours and then you can carry on the night in bar quarter. Check out: http://www.jongleurs.com/venue/southampton/
Tea & Tour @ Tudor House (Sunday)
Got the family visiting and need something wholesome to do with them? Or maybe you just love tea and old buildings. Well, this is for you. You get a tour around the lovely Tudor House and then you get tea and scones with lashings of jam and cream. Honestly, if you've had a heavy Saturday night, this probably a nice way to spend a Sunday. http://www.tudorhouseandgarden.com/
The Hoosiers @ Engine Rooms (Sunday Night)
Come on, you must remember The Hoosiers. They did those songs 'Worried about Ray' and 'Goodbye Mr A' a few years back. Well they're doing a gig at the Engine Rooms on Sunday night. Tickets are still available. Nice way to end your weekend.
And you thought there was nothing to do in Southampton!!!
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2015.03.20 21:29 floydhead42 [FOR SALE] Need to pay the rent! Signed records from Swans, Boris, and of Montreal; quad; private press; classic rock

Really need to move some stuff quickly to pay the rent. Open to best offers on all of these. $4 shipping in continental USA plus $1 for each extra disc. Also open to trades. Peep my wantlist: http://www.discogs.com/wantlist?user=floydhead42 You can also follow that link to my collection; stuff that isn't listed below is stuff I might want to keep, but I can let it go if you make a good offer. I can also include just about any of those 7" singles with order of an LP for a low price, so let me know if you want some of those as well.
The Mars Volta - Noctourniquet ($40) (US pressing RLP025, NM/NM. Will also trade for any of the recent Mars Volta reissues by MOV) SOLD
Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon ($30) (Original USA pressing SMAS-11163. VG sleeve [torn spine seemingly from a cat clawing it, light ringwear] / VG+ wax / NM posters / no stickers)
The Beatles - Abbey Road ($12) [1995 Apple/Capitol reissue C1 46446 1, NM/NM]
Envy - Recitation ($12) [American black vinyl, NM/NM in shrink and played once. RILY Explosions in the Sky...I don't and was expecting it to sound more like their early post-hardcore lol]
The Allman Brothers Band - Eat a Peach ($25) (CD4/Quadradisc-formatted quadraphonic pressing 2C4 0102. VG sleeve / VG+ wax [strictly visually graded, I don’t have a means of CD4 playback currently])
Can - Ege Bamyasi, Soundtracks [yellow wax], Monster Movie ($15 each, $40 for all) (Various pirated issues that I bought years ago before the official Spoon reissues dropped. NM sleeve / NM wax for all.)
of Montreal - False Priest ($75) (Signed by the whole 2010 touring lineup. Never played. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Boris - New Album ($75) [American pressing. Signed by Wata, Takeshi, and Atsuo. Only played a few times, NM/NM]
Swans - Young God ($50) [American pressing. Signed by Michael Gira. VG wax, VG sleeve with taped seam on top]
Graham Parker - The Up Escalator ($10) [Sealed American original pressing, 1" cut corner but no other flaws on sleeve. Presumably NM wax, VG+ sleeve]
Psychic TV - I.C. Water ($10) (TOPY 058T NM/NM)
Galaxie 500 - This Is Our Music ($30) [US pressing. Radio station copy with station call numbers in very large Sharpie on front, stickers on spine, and a hole punch. However, record is in NM shape and includes a press sheet that I can't find any mention of online.]
Alison's Tea House ($30 each or $100 for all) - 4 records in a series that I can't quite figure out the exact breadth of. These consist of 3-minute interviews with various musicians. Various names that popped out: Alice Cooper, Kiss, War, 10cc, Frank Zappa, Grace Slick (of Jefferson Airplane/Starship fame), Lou Reed, Bobby Womack (rest in peace), and so on. Here's a pastebin of the full tracklistings: http://pastebin.com/phmVDXNa
Gideon's Army - Warriors of Love ($20) - What I assume is some good ol' private-label Jesus Metal with a corny cover that doesn't betray its intent, assuming you don't know any Biblical names anyways. The credits suggest there's also some Hammond organ in here, for some reason.
Holst: The Planets cond. Bernstein perf. New York Philharmonic ($50) [MQ 31125 QUAD SQ format. A very nice recording of the piece, but don't know how the quad mix is, I've only played it in stereo. VG+ sleeve with some light ringwear, VG+ disc with scuffs that do not affect sound but make it look VG. Seems to have only shown up online once, at a comparable price.] EDIT: turns out i had searched for this wrong and it's actually p. common and my price is crazy. please disregard
Bob Ackerman & Pam Purvis Ackerman ($25) - A private-press jazz record, led by husband and wife, from Progressive Winds out of Texas circa 1980. Don't expect anything really nuts, but it's OK for what it is, a fairly easy jazz vocals disc.
The Sonics - More About Jesus ($50) [No, it's not THOSE Sonics. It is a pretty good white-boy gospel LP though, with nice Ink Spots-esque tunes. VG+ sleeve, VG wax.]
CLASSIC ROCK LOT: I have a handful of stuff that I really just want to get rid of at this point. Nothing uncommon, but it can help you if you're trying to just get a collection started real quick-like. There are a few good records in here, just nothing that's very valuable. Make me an offer on this. Here's a pastebin of the titles included, all VG or better condition unless noted: http://pastebin.com/42KsWQUd [10cc - The Original Soundtrack is SOLD]
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2015.03.05 18:09 floydhead42 [FOR SALE] Can, WU LYF, Pink Floyd, interview discs, more

Open to best offers on all of these. $4 shipping in continental USA plus $1 for each extra disc. Also open to trades. Peep my wantlist: http://www.discogs.com/wantlist?user=floydhead42
The Mars Volta - Noctourniquet ($40) (US pressing RLP025, NM/NM. Will also trade for any of the recent Mars Volta reissues by MOV)
Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon ($30) (Original USA pressing SMAS-11163. VG sleeve [torn spine seemingly from a cat clawing it, light ringwear] / VG+ wax / NM posters / no stickers)
Envy - Recitation ($12) [American black vinyl, NM/NM in shrink and played once]
The Allman Brothers Band - Eat a Peach ($25) (CD4/Quadradisc-formatted quadraphonic pressing 2C4 0102. VG sleeve / VG+ wax [strictly visually graded, I don’t have a means of CD4 playback currently])
Can - Ege Bamyasi, Soundtracks [yellow wax], Monster Movie ($15 each, $40 for all) (Various pirated issues that I bought years ago before the official Spoon reissues dropped. NM sleeve / NM wax for all.)
of Montreal - False Priest ($75) (Signed by the whole 2010 touring lineup. Never played. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Psychic TV - I.C. Water ($10) (TOPY 058T NM/NM)
WU LYF - Go Tell Fire To the Mountain ($125) (American pressing LYF004. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Alison's Tea House ($30 each or $100 for all) - 4 records in a series that I can't quite figure out the exact breadth of. These consist of 3-minute interviews with various musicians. Various names that popped out: Alice Cooper, Kiss, War, 10cc, Frank Zappa, Grace Slick (of Jefferson Airplane/Starship fame), Lou Reed, Bobby Womack (rest in peace), and so on. Here's a pastebin of the full tracklistings: http://pastebin.com/phmVDXNa
Gideon's Army - Warriors of Love ($20) - What I assume is some good ol' private-label Jesus Metal with a corny cover that doesn't betray its intent, assuming you don't know any Biblical names anyways. The credits suggest there's also some Hammond organ in here, for some reason.
Bob Ackerman & Pam Purvis Ackerman ($25) - A private-press jazz record, led by husband and wife, from Progressive Winds out of Texas circa 1980. Don't expect anything really nuts, but it's OK for what it is, a fairly easy jazz vocals disc.
CLASSIC ROCK LOT: I have a handful of stuff that I really just want to get rid of at this point. Nothing uncommon, but it can help you if you're trying to just get a collection started real quick-like. There are a few good records in here, just nothing that's very valuable. Make me an offer on this. Here's a pastebin of the titles included, all VG or better condition unless noted: http://pastebin.com/42KsWQUd [10cc - The Original Soundtrack is SOLD]
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2015.03.01 22:31 floydhead42 [FS] Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, Can, signed of Montreal, WU LYF

Open to best offers on all of these. $4 shipping in continental USA plus $1 for each extra disc. Also open to trades. Peep my wantlist: http://www.discogs.com/wantlist?user=floydhead42
The Mars Volta - Noctourniquet ($40) (US pressing RLP025, NM/NM. Will also trade for any of the recent Mars Volta reissues by MOV)
The Mothers of Invention - Freak Out! ($30) (V6-5005-2 Early USA stereo pressing with Hot Spots ad and F. Zappa/Frank Zappa credits. VG sleeve with notable ringwear and 4" top seam splits, VG wax with hairline scratches and light noise throughout.) [I also have an original mono V-5005-2X, VG+ sleeve with 1" top seamsplits, light shelfwear, and no ringwear and with Hot Spots ad and VG wax. I'd prefer to keep this one, but I can sell it and keep the stereo one if you make a really good offer.] SOLD
Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon ($30) (Original USA pressing SMAS-11163. VG sleeve [torn spine seemingly from a cat clawing it, light ringwear] / VG+ wax / NM posters / no stickers)
The Allman Brothers Band - Eat a Peach ($25) (CD4/Quadradisc-formatted quadraphonic pressing 2C4 0102. VG sleeve / VG+ wax [strictly visually graded, I don’t have a means of CD4 playback currently])
Can - Ege Bamyasi, Future Days [blue wax], Soundtracks [yellow wax], Monster Movie ($15 each, $40 for all) (Various pirated issues that I bought years ago before the official Spoon reissues dropped. NM sleeve / NM wax for all.) [Future Days is SOLD]
Rennaissance - Scheherazade And Other Stories ($8) (Original US press SASD-7510 VG+/VG+) SOLD
Clear Light - s/t ($10) (EKS-74011 VG+/VG+) SOLD
The Glitterhouse - Color Blind ($25) (Metallic silver-colored sleeve, still sealed. VG sleeve with slightly bent corners and a one-inch sawcut in the top left corner, presumably NM wax) SOLD
of Montreal - False Priest ($75) (Signed by the whole 2010 touring lineup. Never played. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Psychic TV - I.C. Water ($10) (TOPY 058T NM/NM)
WU LYF - Go Tell Fire To the Mountain ($125) (American pressing LYF004. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Alison's Tea House ($30 each or $100 for all) - 4 records in a series that I can't quite figure out the exact breadth of. These consist of 3-minute interviews with various musicians. Various names that popped out: Alice Cooper, Kiss, War, 10cc, Frank Zappa, Grace Slick (of Jefferson Airplane/Starship fame), Lou Reed, Bobby Womack (rest in peace), and so on. Here's a pastebin of the full tracklistings: http://pastebin.com/phmVDXNa
Gideon's Army - Warriors of Love ($20) - What I assume is some good ol' private-label Jesus Metal with a corny cover that doesn't betray its intent, assuming you don't know any Biblical names anyways. The credits suggest there's also some Hammond organ in here, for some reason.
Bob Ackerman & Pam Purvis Ackerman ($25) - A private-press jazz record, led by husband and wife, from Progressive Winds out of Texas circa 1980. Don't expect anything really nuts, but it's OK for what it is, a fairly easy jazz vocals disc.
CLASSIC ROCK LOT: I have a handful of stuff that I really just want to get rid of at this point. Nothing uncommon, but it can help you if you're trying to just get a collection started real quick-like. There are a few good records in here, just nothing that's very valuable. Make me an offer on this. Here's a pastebin of the titles included, all VG or better condition unless noted: http://pastebin.com/42KsWQUd [10cc - The Original Soundtrack is SOLD]
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2015.01.19 21:05 floydhead42 [FOR SALE] Frank Zappa/Mothers of Invention, Can, signed of Montreal, classic rock lot, interview discs more

Sorry if I've been reposting really often. I've recently come up quite short on cash and need to lighten up on my collection to make ends meet for now. Make me an offer for anything. I'm also looking for trades, and you can see my wishlist here: http://www.discogs.com/wantlist?user=floydhead42
This is also an odd request, but I'm interested in Luigi Serafini's Codex Serafinianus, so if you have a copy of that I can trade for it.
I've also got quite a few 45s I can get rid of, I can include them with LP orders fairly easily but I'd rather not mail out an order of just 45s. Here's my collection sorted by format, just scroll down to the 7" section: http://www.discogs.com/usefloydhead42/collection?header=1&sort_order=asc&sort=format
The Mothers of Invention - Freak Out! (V6-5005-2 Original USA stereo pressing with Hot Spots ad. VG sleeve with notable ringwear and 4" top seam splits, VG wax with hairline scratches and light noise throughout.) [I also have an original mono V-5005-2X, VG+ sleeve with 1" top seamsplits, light shelfwear, and no ringwear and with Hot Spots ad and VG wax. I'd prefer to keep this one, but I can sell it and keep the stereo one if you make a really good offer.]
[PENDING SALE] Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon (Original USA pressing SMAS-11163. VG sleeve [torn spine seemingly from a cat clawing it, light ringwear] / VG+ wax / NM posters / no stickers)
The Allman Brothers Band - Eat a Peach (CD4/Quadradisc-formatted quadraphonic pressing 2C4 0102. VG sleeve / VG+ wax [strictly visually graded, I don’t have a means of CD4 playback currently])
Can - Ege Bamyasi, Future Days [blue wax], Soundtracks [yellow wax], Monster Movie (Various pirated issues that I bought years ago before the official Spoon reissues dropped. NM sleeve / NM wax for all.)
Rennaissance - Scheherazade And Other Stories (Original US press SASD-7510 VG+/VG+)
Clear Light - s/t (EKS-74011 VG+/VG+)
The Glitterhouse - Color Blind (Metallic silver-colored sleeve, still sealed. VG sleeve with slightly bent corners, presumably NM wax)
of Montreal - False Priest (Signed by the whole 2010 touring lineup. Never played. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Psychic TV - I.C. Water (TOPY 058T NM/NM)
[PENDING SALE] WU LYF - Go Tell Fire To the Mountain (American pressing LYF004. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Alison's Tea House - 4 records in a series that I can't quite figure out the exact breadth of. These consist of 3-minute interviews with various musicians. Various names that popped out: Alice Cooper, Kiss, War, 10cc, Frank Zappa, Grace Slick (of Jefferson Airplane/Starship fame), Lou Reed, Bobby Womack (rest in peace), and so on. Here's a pastebin of the full tracklistings: http://pastebin.com/phmVDXNa
Gideon's Army - Warriors of Love - What I assume is some good ol' private-label Jesus Metal with a corny cover that doesn't betray its intent, assuming you don't know any Biblical names anyways. The credits suggest there's also some Hammond organ in here, for some reason.
Bob Ackerman & Pam Purvis Ackerman - A private-press jazz record, led by husband and wife, from Progressive Winds out of Texas circa 1980. Don't expect anything really nuts, but it's OK for what it is, a fairly easy jazz vocals disc.
CLASSIC ROCK LOT: I have a handful of stuff that I really just want to get rid of at this point. Nothing uncommon, but it can help you if you're trying to just get a collection started real quick-like. There are a few good records in here, just nothing that's very valuable. Make me an offer on this. Here's a pastebin of the titles included, all VG or better condition unless noted: http://pastebin.com/42KsWQUd
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2015.01.11 22:33 floydhead42 [FS] Classic rock lot, WU LYF, interview disc lot, Dark Side of the Moon, Can boots, more

Hey there. I need to get a little bit of extra money, so I'd like to get rid of a few things I've been sitting on. Make me an offer for anything. I'm also looking for trades, and you can see my wishlist here: http://www.discogs.com/wantlist?user=floydhead42
This is also an odd request, but I'm interested in Luigi Serafini's Codex Serafinianus, so if you have a copy of that I can trade for it.
I've also got quite a few 45s I can get rid of, I can include them with LP orders fairly easily but I'd rather not mail out an order of just 45s. Here's my collection sorted by format, just scroll down to the 7" section: http://www.discogs.com/usefloydhead42/collection?header=1&sort_order=asc&sort=format
Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon (Original USA pressing SMAS-11163. VG sleeve [torn spine seemingly from a cat clawing it, light ringwear] / VG+ wax / NM posters / no stickers)
The Allman Brothers Band - Eat a Peach (CD4/Quadradisc-formatted quadraphonic pressing 2C4 0102. VG sleeve / VG+ wax [strictly visually graded, I don’t have a means of CD4 playback currently])
Can - Ege Bamyasi, Future Days [blue wax], Soundtracks [yellow wax], Monster Movie (Various pirated issues that I bought years ago before the official Spoon reissues dropped. NM sleeve / NM wax for all.)
Clear Light - s/t (EKS-74011 VG+/VG+)
The Glitterhouse - Color Blind (Metallic silver-colored sleeve, still sealed. VG sleeve with slightly bent corners, presumably NM wax)
of Montreal - False Priest (Signed by the whole 2010 touring lineup. Never played. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Psychic TV - I.C. Water (TOPY 058T NM/NM)
WU LYF - Go Tell Fire To the Mountain (American pressing LYF004. NM sleeve / NM wax)
Alison's Tea House - 4 records in a series that I can't quite figure out the exact breadth of. These consist of 3-minute interviews with various musicians. Various names that popped out: Alice Cooper, Kiss, War, 10cc, Frank Zappa, Grace Slick (of Jefferson Airplane/Starship fame), Lou Reed, Bobby Womack (rest in peace), and so on. Here's a pastebin of the full tracklistings: http://pastebin.com/phmVDXNa
Gideon's Army - Warriors of Love - What I assume is some good ol' private-label Jesus Metal with a corny cover that doesn't betray its intent, assuming you don't know any Biblical names anyways. The credits suggest there's also some Hammond organ in here, for some reason.
Bob Ackerman & Pam Purvis Ackerman - A private-press jazz record, led by husband and wife, from Progressive Winds out of Texas circa 1980. Don't expect anything really nuts, but it's OK for what it is, a fairly easy jazz vocals disc.
CLASSIC ROCK LOT: I have a handful of stuff that I really just want to get rid of at this point. Nothing uncommon, but it can help you if you're trying to just get a collection started real quick-like. There are a few good records in here, just nothing that's very valuable. Make me an offer on this. Here's a pastebin of the titles included, all VG or better condition unless noted: http://pastebin.com/42KsWQUd
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2014.10.27 03:42 floydhead42 [FS/FT] Rarities and private presses: WU LYF, interview discs (Frank Zappa, Kiss, Lou Reed, others), Christian metal, jazz vocals, classic rock lot

Heads up, lots of this is a copypaste of a post I made a week or so ago. I've just consolidated other stuff into this. Please excuse me if this is redundant.
I've recently come across a few odd things, and since I'm not a huge completionist or anything, I'd like to shed them for some stuff I'll listen to more often. Send me an offer for any of these; all of these are around VG+ territory, and most have gone for $30+ each according to Popsike, but I'll take any reasonable offer. I'd rather move them quickly than necessarily be pulling top dollar on each one, y'know? Let me know if you need more specific details on any of these records and their condition.
I'm also interested in trading for any good metal of the stoner, black, doom, or drone varieties, as well as some American Primitivism, Delta blues, Robert Wyatt, Zappa/Mothers, Boris, King Crimson, Stormcock by Roy Harper, and so on.
Anyways, here's the stuff I'm getting rid of:
WU LYF - Go Tell Fire to the Mountain: Excellent shape, I'd call it a solid VG+/VG+. I'm a bit attached to this and don't just want to pawn it for a better Paypal balance, so I'd prefer a trade. Let me know if you have some stuff in my wantlist. I'd also go 1:1 for The KLF Chill Out or a VG or better original press of Trout Mask Replica, if you have either of those.
Alison's Tea House - 4 records in a series that I can't quite figure out the exact breadth of. These consist of 3-minute interviews with various musicians. Various names that popped out: Alice Cooper, Kiss, War, 10cc, Frank Zappa, Grace Slick (of Jefferson Airplane/Starship fame), Lou Reed, Bobby Womack (rest in peace), and so on. Here's a pastebin of the full tracklistings: http://pastebin.com/phmVDXNa
Gideon's Army - Warriors of Love - What I assume is some good ol' private-label Jesus Metal with a corny cover that doesn't betray its intent, assuming you don't know any Biblical names anyways. The credits suggest there's also some Hammond organ in here, for some reason. Here's a sample (thanks, cannonfunk): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2lsUtW0c2o Sample got taken down apparently. Dang. Just rest assured, it's just as corny and 80's as you'd hope.
Bob Ackerman & Pam Purvis Ackerman - A private-press jazz record, led by husband and wife, from Progressive Winds out of Texas circa 1980. Don't expect anything really nuts, but it's OK for what it is, a fairly easy jazz vocals disc.
CLASSIC ROCK LOT: I have a handful of stuff that I really just want to get rid of at this point. Nothing uncommon, but it can help you if you're trying to just get a collection started real quick-like. There are a few good records in here, just nothing that's very valuable. Make me an offer on this. Here's a pastebin of the titles included, all VG or better condition unless noted: http://pastebin.com/FrnGLK9U
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2014.10.16 00:37 floydhead42 [FS/FT] A handful of rarities and oddities: musician interviews, Star Trek promo disc, private-press jazz and Christian metal

I've recently come across a few odd things, and since I'm not a huge completionist or anything, I'd like to shed them for some stuff I'll listen to more often. Send me an offer for any of these; all of these are around VG+ territory, and most have gone for $30+ each according to Popsike, but I'll take any reasonable offer. I'd rather move them quickly than necessarily be pulling top dollar on each one, y'know? Let me know if you need more specific details on any of these records and their condition.
I'm also interested in trading for any good metal of the stoner, black, doom, or drone varieties, as well as some American Primitivism, Delta blues, Robert Wyatt, Zappa/Mothers, Boris, King Crimson, and so on.
Anyways, here's the stuff I'm getting rid of:
Alison's Tea House - 4 records in a series that I can't quite figure out the exact breadth of. These consist of 3-minute interviews with various musicians. Various names that popped out: Alice Cooper, Kiss, War, 10cc, Frank Zappa, Grace Slick (of Jefferson Airplane/Starship fame), Lou Reed, Bobby Womack (rest in peace), and so on. Here's a pastebin of the full tracklistings: http://pastebin.com/phmVDXNa
Star Trek: The Motion Picture (promo interview disc) - Seems to be a record that was sent out to radio stations to promote the film. Includes interviews with lots of the big names in the cast and crew of the film, and a script for the DJ so they could read off a question then play the "interviewee's" response on-air.SALE PENDING
Gideon's Army - Warriors of Love - What I assume is some good ol' private-label Jesus Metal with a corny cover that doesn't betray its intent, assuming you don't know any Biblical names anyways. The credits suggest there's also some Hammond organ in here, for some reason. I've not spun it yet, so I can't say anything about how it sounds, but here's some of the lyrics for ya:
We are the Warriors, Warriors of love/ fighting for the one that we love/ Yes we are the warriors, warriors of love/ fighting for the one that we love
Quality.
Bob Ackerman & Pam Purvis Ackerman - A private-press jazz record, led by husband and wife, from Progressive Winds out of Texas circa 1980. Don't expect anything really nuts, but it's OK for what it is, a fairly easy jazz vocals disc.
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2012.06.03 04:19 tabledresser [Table] IAmA 19 year old who has recently suffered from immense heart troubles (hypertrophic cardiomyopathy), leading into a surgery that takes place tomorrow.

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I don't have any questions for you, Donovan. Hoping your surgery will be a 100% success. EDIT: Well actually I do have a question - Do you like all styles of music or do you prefer Gospel? I'm a fan of just about every single type of music there is. I sing in about five ensembles that cover sacred era to modern choral music, as well as the gospel group (I got bumped up to the "Singers" level this term, and that group has won the national championship two years in a row at the Disney World Gospel-Fest).
But anyways, yeah, I'm a big fan of groups like Low and James Blake, as well as a ton of other genres. I like to get around, I guess you would say. Currently listening to a bunch of Bobby Womack (Jackie Brown got me in that mood after watching it a few weeks ago), and Soil and Pimp Sessions (Japanese jazz stuff).
I love ALL the music. I don't get too into certain types of rap or most current popular music (I STILL have not heard the entirety of "I'm Sexy and I Know It"), but eh, it's all good. Thanks for the question. I could go on about music for quite some time haha.
Bobby Womack's first single "Please Forgive My Heart" from his new album is incredible. Damon Albarn of Gorillaz and Blur produced it. Please listen if you haven't. I wish you ALL of the luck in the world and a speedy recovery. I didn't even know he did current music! Spotify-ing it right now. Thanks man. Love both of those groups mentioned. Thank you!
Woo James Blake!! You should check out Washed Out if you haven't already, they're unreal. Ohhhh Washed Out is excellent! Yes!
I already was feeling for your situation, but now you've got a kick-ass nickname too? Make sure that Captain America moniker sticks dude. I've got a question for you: Following the surgery, are you going to be able to exert yourself more than you did before, or is it going to be like a cast for your heart where it'll just get you back to where you were? As for the question, I will be able to do the same as I'm able to now. Essentially, the defibrillator is just a back up so that if this kind of event happens again, it can shock me back to life so that I won't fall into cardiac arrest. I'll still have to take it easy (my life doesn't really involve THAT much physical activity, so i'm fine with it), but it will take a large amount of the worry of heart failure away.
Who broke your heart? Taio Cruz, as he did to many others.
Has anyone in your family had this disease? It seems like this is something that might have gone undiagnosed for older members of your family. How was it originally detected? My grandfather had a more severe case that wasn't discovered until he passed out at the wheel about 10 (?) years ago (I don't really remember the exact date, I was in grade school). Grade school until middle school, I played football and baseball and such, and multiple physicals indicated that I had no such diseases, until a doctor in our town reviewed my results to find that I had a heart murmur. I didn't mind at the time (I personally despised playing football, but it made the parentals happy), but as I've grown older it's become more severe and has made a larger impact on my life. My mother also has a less severe case of the disease. We all take different doses of the same meds (Atenolol and Metropolol) to keep our heart rates steady.
It must be good to have someone so close to you who understands what your going through. It is excellent. i have such an awesome group of support behind all of this, and it's been really surprising to see how much people actually care after being convinced I was just like another kid in college.
Well, I'll try to alleviate the boredom with some random q's. Are you in college? Major? Do you know any other languages? Do you want to learn other languages? Favorite country? Any travel wishlists? Sporcle.com :) Have fun with that! Best of luck for tomorrow! Currently in college at University of Oregon studying Music Technology/Composition and Digital Arts. I know a slight bit of Italian and Spanish, but have never had extensive training in the languages! I have always wanted to visit Japan or Germany. Haven't actually left the states, so going out of here to anywhere would be awesome.
Hi there Captain. Thanks for the AMA. I was wondering, how will the defibrillator be able to help? Will it assist your heart i general or is it for emergencies? :) Essentially, whenever my hearts enters an extremely irregular pattern of beat (I have a slight murmur) to the point where it would be dangerous, I would be shocked with the force of a strong punch to the chest to regulate the irregularity.
At least, that's my understanding of it.
I think my only question to you would be, what did the doctors say to you? You mentioned it was a 'minor procedure' but did they actually iterate or emphasize any of the possible problems that could arise after the surgery? This is weird: complete Deja Vu on this post (I swear to god I've read this in a dream). They have just said that it usually heals rather fast, and is a very quick procedure that will take a bit of bed rest afterwards (1-2 weeks at the most).
Other than that, I hope that the surgery goes just as planned and that you get out of hospital fine. You're gonna have to get home as soon as possible to join us all on D3 Inferno :) And yes! Ah! I was so pumped to get my laptop and play it, but this hospital bans all "fun" things with the internet. I have to use an "https://" trick to get to Reddit in the first place.
Link to www.youtube.com. Fire your sound guy. Yeah Beall Hall at UO is one of the WORST acoustics to record in for anything besides classical music. I assure you it sounded better live! Haha.
My wife was born with a list of unimaginable heart defects. She's had a pacemaker her entire life and to this day doctors continue to find abnormalities with her ticker. The most serious, a cardiomyopathy similar to yours, occurred while she was pregnant with our son. Wife and son are ok. Question: what are you going to name your defibrillator? This is an excellent question. I can't think of a good one right now, but boy, I'll be thinking about it!
Do you think you've lived a full life? Honestly, yes! If I died today I'd be pretty damn happy. Being that I'm all about music, I'm currently in 5 vocal groups and spend all my time doing what I love. It's a pretty awesome lifestyle, and I'm happy to live it. Gonna keep on doing that as well!
I may be the only one thinking this, but what happens if you want to get laid? hope your surgery goes well man, best of luck with everything. That was the HUGEST joke of my freshman year in high school between me and my friends! It's really not an issue as long as it is taken slow, and/or girl does all the work. Lol. I'm competent enough to hold my own in that category, although it's not quite on my mind at this point!
PS do you think shitty water colour should have been banned? :p. Thanks for the hope! What exactly is shitty water colour? Maybe I'm lost on the reference.
Hey man! I'm a freshman here at UO too! I'm gonna be gone this weekend but if you want a visitor while you recover next week pm me your hospital info and we can chill maybe! I'm probably going to be home in Independence, OR by Tuesday (That's their estimate), but that's freaking awesome you go to school there too! Good to see fellow Ducks haha.
Ahh the power of music. I hope the best for you! Yeahhhh power of music! I've gotten to work on some composition stuff in the hospital (working a few transcriptions of video game music to trombone choir, just basics until I get my copy of Finale this summer), but yes. Definitely keeping me going. All my choir members have come in waves to sing to me, and it's been a really uplifting experience.
I would ask you about the exact moment you passed out but you said you don't remember anything, I am assuming you are very lucky to be here. Yeah I don't even remember the saturday beforehand. I have a handful of texts and one that says I woke up late on accident for a performance at a local church saying I was hurrying over. It's kinda been like Memento, although I can't really remember much of anything. Never dealt with memory loss. It's a weird situation.
Just drink a couple of energy drinks and run it off :) Good luck tomorrow. Haha every time I have one of those energy drinks my body INSANTLY shuts down and I fall asleep within the next hour with a much higher heart rate. Not fun. Although my love for Mountain Dew is pretty insatiable (don't drink it much, but boy that stuff is great). May have to completely eliminate that from my diet after the operation, which would suck! But I can always use more water.
God Speed Donovan. You are brave and you are strong. And you are amazing. Thank you!
This is ironic. I have a 19 year old friend who I'm in a Musical with, that almost died due to heart problems last Monday. Best of luck with your surgery mate. Insanity! Thank you so much for the luck. i wish him luck as well. What musical were you in?
I have that heart thing, though not needed surgery for it thankfully. Good luck. I wish the best for you, and I hope it doesn't get to the point where I'm at! Good luck!
Best of wishes to you. Try not to stress too much. This is just a start to a better life for you, and some really cool scars to impress people with later in life! Oh yeah! That lump will seriously score me points with the ladies, haha. But in all seriousness, yeah, it will be a pretty cool story in the future. I'm pretty optimistic about it, and it should be just fine.
Posts like these kind of annoy me. You rarely have any questions asked. It's just people saying 'good luck on the surgery!' and stuff. Eh, it's keeping me entertained while on the hospital bed. Totally understand though! That was my fear in posting this!
You could be in Glee :) Our college is having a male glee club next year....maybe, maybe...
Good to hear you've handled this so well. I have a 16 year old sister with the same condition (hypertrophic cardiomyopathy). 4 open heart surgeries, defibrillator, artificial valve. Unlike you she hasn't handled it very well and has gotten involved with the wrong crowd. God bless. That's too bad...16 years old would have been an extremely hard age for me to have all that done if I really think back. Those angsty years really don't help with situations like this. I know if I was forced through all this surgery and procedure at that age, it would not have been pretty. Good luck to you and your sister! And thank you so much!
Hey man, people can now call you both Iron Man and Captain America as you are getting a defibrillator or maybe Iron America because Captain Man sounds silly... Brilliance. Iron America. Gotta get a shirt that says that!
The only good thing about having a raw deal in life is that it teaches us compassion at an advanced level. All the best dude... Yeah I feel like having this sense of mortality has really increased my compassion and thankfulness for everything I have. I definitely wouldn't be who I am today without it.
Donovan, you're keeping your sense of humor and your chin held high. No matter the condition, you're an inspiration to us all. You are incredibly sweet! Thank you!
Donovan, my best friend has had a pacemaker since the third grade because of a combination of cardiomyopathy and long QT. I can understand what you're going through, man. Just be careful. No problem. I mean, essentially the healing method involves me sitting and watching TV while periodically getting shots or taking pills. Not too bad at all! Being very careful :)
I'll pray for you. I haven't prayed in like 10 years. I've been saving it for something like this. Holy cow man. That means the absolute world to me. I'm not exactly the religious type, but going through all this stuff that has simply killed off thousands of others and coming out unscathed, I feel there's GOTTA be something or someone out there pushing me on. Thank you so much.
Hey man, no question just letting you know you aren't alone. 25 with Dilated Cardiomyopathy here. 30% EF. Get my Defib in July, right behind you man. If you ever want someone to talk to PM me. I really appreciate man. I have a ton of people here with me, so I think I am all good, but I sincerely appreciate the offer.
I can't wait to hear your first album! Come up with a badass name like "Electro-Heart" or something. I wish you a speedy recovery so that you can follow your dreams ASAP! Electro Heart...oh I get it XD. Yes! I'm living in a house with about 5 other band/music people. We'll be recording a TON of stuff over the year (house has a huge walk in closet we're turning into a recording studio). So whenever that happens, it'll be up on here! Thanks a ton!
Nothing against you, but srsly, WHO THE FUCK CARES? Sir, I can understand the "who the fuck cares" part, but if I am correct, IAmA's are about "Something uncommon that plays a central role in your life -or- A truly interesting and unique event". I'm simply putting this up to see if anybody is interested in the subject, and has questions. I TOTALLY understand if it isn't a worthy subject, I'm just bored in the hospital and have never had the opportunity to do one of these before! I felt it was at least a half decent subject to do an AmA about, but hey, to each his own.
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