”The Life and Times of Dennis Blackwell” (Short Story-Rough Draft)

”The Life and Times of Dennis Blackwell”

Part 1: Virginia to Georgia

At the stop light Dennis looked over at the most beautiful woman he had seen in years. Her car was a 2003 Honda Accord. It was candy-apple red and resembled the lipstick that she gently placed on her juicy lips before the light turned green.. As populated as this area has become Dennis realized that he might never see this woman again. His hands went into a greeting motion as she smiled. The green light insured that this introduction was over. Dennis made a left on Peachtree St. to find a hotel. Atlanta, Georgia has been a city widely recognized for several of the nation’s top insurance headquarters. Dennis had moved down to the area during the very hot summer of 2004 for a change of scenery. Dennis Blackwell left a complicated life that would cause the average man to loose his sanity. In a 3 month span he was demoted at his company, his wife divorced him, his mentor from his youth passed away and his best friend was killed in a plane crash. Dennis saved a stash of money from work and the death of his two closest companions left him financially set. Dennis proceeded down Highway 85 South for a new beginning.

Part 2: Making Friends

Standing in line at the Atlanta Hawks basketball game Dennis met a ticket scalper named Steve Rogers. Steve was a fast, slick talking hustle man who apparently sold tickets fairly often outside of The Omni. People spoke to him with friendly smiles as he persuaded Dennis to get out of line and purchase one of his tickets. Dennis decided to pass and handed his $50.00 to the older gentlemen behind the glass window. Dennis played ball in college and stood an even 6’3. After the game Dennis decided to hit the town and serenade his first weekend in the city they call “Hotlanta”. Taking the flyer off of his windshield, Steve from earlier approached Dennis with another proposition. It was close to 11:30 pm and Dennis was on foreign territory with a stranger getting on his nerves. Dennis is a very impatient individual. After small talk Steve told Dennis that he could show him all of the areas where the ladies would be in abundance. Dennis was apprehensive with Steve’s gestures. Steve stood beside a 2005 Lexus and hit the alarm. Steve was a short Caucasian fellow who stood about 5’7 in height and a stomach that resembled countless Bud Lights and Corona’s. He informed Dennis that he had all of the connections and could get him V.I.P. in any club or strip joint in the area. Dennis took Steve’s card and headed to the closest highway. Tired now, Dennis decided to forgo the nightlife and head back to the Ramada.


Part 3: In the Heat of the Night

The alarm clock and room service attacked Dennis at 7:45 am. The date was Saturday May 27th 2004. During breakfast Dennis knew he had to map out finding an apartment downtown, a job, and all of the essentials when a person moves to an entirely different environment. Dennis had a huge bank account because his best friend left him with his assets. Walter was Dennis best friend since grade school and was a professional football player for the Baltimore Ravens. Walter never knew where his family was and grew up in group homes. He was killed less than 6 months ago coming back from vacation with a young lady that he had been dating for about a year. Dennis left the waiter a tip and went back to his room to relax. Looking at highlights on ESPN Dennis came across the business card of Steve Rogers. Boredom had taken its toll as the clock struck 6pm. Dennis had fallen back to sleep and wasted his entire Saturday. The weather outside was 80 degrees and the unlikely breeze crept into the window by way of the balcony. Steve invited Dennis to a private party and after an hour in the establishment, Dennis knew that Steve was into more than he could have imagined. This was the birthday party of Daron Patterson, the biggest drug dealer and gangster in the entire metropolitan area. Dennis had read about him in the news but Daron had all of his money tied into several private businesses so the FBI and IRS had the hardest time trying to nail him. They failed on two tax evasion convictions and an attempted murder charge. All charges had been dropped on his birthday, ironically. Dennis sat at the bar with a gin and juice trying to figure out how his life took so many turns over the past year.

Part 4: He never saw it coming…

After the party, Dennis decided to park his car and ride with Steve Rogers to another after hours spot. The women were all over the place showing a lot more body than clothes. The Dj played classic 80’s Hip Hop as Steve spoke to a few of the major players in the dark disco type room. Dennis tapped his feet to the sound of Eric B. and Rakim’s track “I Know You Got Soul”. The James Brown sampled song use to be one of his personal favorites. Steve walked into the back office room with Daron and a few other guys leaving Dennis in the club alone to mingle. This was no problem for Dennis who was seen as a very handsome man to the ladies over the years. He sat there with a lovely dark skinned woman who had made her way to his table. She resembled the woman he saw at the stop light during the previous Friday evening. It was her. The lipstick she pulled out her purse was a match on site. What a lucky night for Dennis as they traded cell phone numbers. A few minutes later, Steve walked out sweating and anxious telling Dennis that it was time to go. He rushed Dennis to the car and they drove away from Club 112. As Steve darted between cars on the highway Dennis knew that something was wrong. Steve swiftly drove up the ramp and made a sharp right to stop at a closed gas station. Dennis had mixed feelings about what was going on. A van pulled behind him and stopped. Daron and another guy stepped out and unlocked the back doors of the van. Dennis never saw this coming…

Part 5: Guilty by Association

Steve stepped out of the car and embraced Daron. Another one of Daron’s friends knocked on Dennis door motioning for him to get out. Reluctantly, Dennis stepped out and stood in place. A tall guy with a black suit on opened the van door and Dennis noticed that there were two men lying there handcuffed and tied at the feet with rope. Dennis stepped back and alluded to Steve that he was walking off. Daron looked at him with a sinister look and stated that he had a job for him to do. Daron walked over to Dennis and informed him that these two guys were responsible for the death of his fiancé and his biggest money maker. They were killed as they left a club over a month ago and Daron had been after them. Dennis wanted to know why Steve was so invested in this affair. Dennis explained that this was not his lifestyle and he had just moved from Virginia to live in peace. Daron could care less. “Your here now” said Daron, as he glanced to the tall guy in the suit. Steve knew about this and had put Dennis right in the middle of two potential murders. Daron’s friend handed Dennis a huge gun that resembled a 44 magnum and stated that two shots to each head would do it. Dennis hesitated putting his hand out but the quietness of the night, led him to believe that if he didn’t shoot these guys, he would be killed himself. Dennis was guilty by association and it started a few days ago at an Atlanta Hawks basketball game…

Part 6: A Long Ride Home or Somewhere…

The blood splashed all over the interior of the van. Dennis couldn’t believe what had just taken place. Two men murdered in a matter of seconds and just think, this was his first time ever holding a gun. A sense of power overtook his hands. The rush that he felt was addictive. Standing there in shock and in ecstasy, Steve had to grab the gun back. Daron was moved by the ease that Dennis displayed murdering his rivals. Daron handed Steve a stack of hundred dollar bills and drove off. As Dennis and Steve rode on the highway in silence, it appeared that it was going to be a long ride home. Dennis didn’t understand why nobody from Daron’s crew or Steve didn’t follow threw with this obvious hit instead of a total stranger. As Steve drove off the highway and stopped in the parking space at the club where Dennis car was, he was hit by a bullet to his throat.


Part 7: The Start of something new…the past revisted…

Dennis sat there watching Steve take his last breath. Dennis smiled as the extra gun he had in his coat pocket burned with passion. This was all he needed to get back to his old self. A reminder of where he found happiness and redemption at. As a child, Dennis was always picked on. Until his growth spurt he was always considered to be a short, semi-fat kid, who couldn’t play sports or fight. Of course the girls never liked him until he grew over 10 inches in 2 years and made the Varsity basketball team. Dennis held so much pain inside. Throughout college and the first few years of his professional career, he had to adjust to the attention and fake friends. Dennis considered Walter to be his only friend from childhood who never let him down and never told anyone his secrets. In 1994 Dennis was a senior in high school, the star guard on the team and of course the lucky guy to date the captain on the cheer leading squad Tiffany Miller. Tiffany was about 5’6, long straight hair, and a complexion that resembled a Navaho Indian. Tiffany was black and Indian with a great looking body and attitude to match. The only drawback was her previous boyfriend was a local hustler who dropped out of school and started a street gang called the Get Busy Crew. She didn’t want that life and had been accepted to attend college at The University of Florida. Antoine never had any desire to let her go, so during Dennis last year or so in high school; Antoine always seemed to show up at his games. They had traded words before but Dennis had a scholarship to attend UNC-Chapel Hill where he played 3 years on the team before suffering a career ending knee injury. One night after leaving a movie Dennis and Tiffany were confronted by Antoine and some of his loser friends. After jumping on Dennis and giving his girlfriend a nice beating as well, they drove off leaving the two beaten in a dark parking lot. Walter came to their aid and took them to the hospital. Walter was furious as his 6’8, 322 pound frame busted from out the car. Walter loved Dennis and would do anything for him. That was his brother. Tiffany parents came to the hospital to see her as Dennis and Walter were headed out. They informed them about what happened in detail as a Police walked up. Tiffany was going to be ok but did get smacked around pretty good. Dennis had a bruise or two but he was a tough kid from being beat up so much as a child. After a brief conversation, they were allowed to leave the hospital. Dennis had Tiffany license and other items in his car but lied and told them that he had to go find her stuff. Dennis mentor was also given the same story. Dennis has so much pain held inside from being abandoned by his parents that he had to release it. The neighborhood Pool Hall was a place where the criminals gathered. Across the street Dennis and Walter cased the joint and waited for Antoine to come out.

Part 8: Time for a Change

A few guys walked out and left the building. Antoine walked out with a female friend and headed to his 2005 BMW blasting Tupac. Dennis hands were sweaty and his heartbeat pumped at a dangerous rate as he put the silencer on the gun he had stolen from his mentor’s house. He was an ex-detective. Five shots put Antoine to the ground as his female friend also caught a stray bullet to the temple. As blood splashed everywhere Dennis and Walter ran to the car and rushed to Walter’s apartment. Friends of the program had already given Walter money because he was an All American lineman in school. Dennis sat there with his hands shaking. Walter thought that Dennis was mad but bluffing about his intentions as they headed to the Pool Hall. Walter noticed that Dennis had another rage locked inside of him but promised to never let out his secret or talk to any authorities. Time went on and they never talked about it again. A year later Dennis and Tiffany broke things off but decided to remain friends. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Dennis dumped Steve’s body in the back of an alley and set his car on fire a few blocks away. Daron was next were the next thoughts that came to Dennis mind as he took a taxi back to the empty parking lot where his car was still parked. Dennis was starting to feel happiness again.


Part 9: Getting adjusted to the area…

After 3 months of searching for an apartment Dennis found a 3000 square ft. townhouse on the south end area of downtown Atlanta. The place was already painted and was very classy and expensive. Dennis silently thanked Walter for leaving him with almost 1.5 million dollars in his Will. What a friend, Dennis thought as he sat on the sofa. The house came fully furnished with a mixture of European and Greek artifacts. Woman would love it. And soon enough, they did. The nights and days became one and the same. Parties, clubs, woman, and drugs became Dennis’s new regime. Gloria, Dennis ex-wife called him a few times since his departure from Virginia but he never called her back. There was no need for any reconciliation with the Atlanta nightlife providing Dennis with pure visions of Utopia. One night as Dennis sat in his living room with two lovely woman his urge to find happiness took control of him again. As they sat there drinking wine and cocktails, Dennis excused himself to the restroom. Dennis was use to having sex with two women at a time. He did have money, a nice home, a growing reputation with some major players and access to whatever drugs popular on the streets. Dennis reached into his favorite bag and walked to the living room. The women were high and drunk out of their minds. With the silencer locked tight, Dennis used the thing that made him happiest to end their lives. Killing them dead without sound, Dennis smiled and grabbed the axe and plastic bags. The huge basement became a cemetery for some of the most beautiful cheerleaders, models, strippers, and par-tiers in the entire area. Dennis victims made the news papers in bundles. The missing person’s report grew to an all time high during his first 12 months in the city.


Part 10: A Familiar Face

One night leaving Jazzy Tee’s strip club, Dennis was approached by Daron who he had not seen in over a year. Daron had heard of all of the heavy hitters that Dennis was affiliated with and wondered why he had not came to see him with some business propositions. Dennis provided Daron with several insults. This was in regard to the murders that he apparently had set up and needed a stranger to serve as the fall guy. As Daron tried to explain about that being a test, Dennis took a knife and shoved it into his chest. With nobody around but one young looking stripper, Dennis got into his new 2005 Mercedes and drove off. Dennis circled around and stopped in front of the woman. He assured her that he knew where she worked and that she was to never mention anything. She agreed as Daron, who usually doesn’t travel alone, died right there soaked in blood. Dennis was out of control. The murders kept piling up weekly. His basement has the feel of death. His love for Purgatory was apparent. Some nights Dennis would sit in the kitchen with no lights on and write the darkest poems and haiku his mind could imagine. He imagined being immortalized in the history books. During a book signing at the local Barnes and Nobles by Author Zane, Dennis ran into a familiar face. The woman that he had never forgot about on his first day in the city, sat on a couch reading and looking great as ever. She was also the same angel in the club that night that Steve Rogers had taken him to. Dennis walked over to speak. A new saga begins and ends.

Part 11: The Woman in Red

Tina Green introduced herself to Dennis with that same smile. Inside he didn’t know if his urges could be maintained long enough for him to get her alone for an extended period of time. Days, weeks and months went by as Dennis and Tina became very close. The murders didn’t happen as often due to the fact that Tina was starting to spend more time at his home. The basement was off limits of course. Tina had no idea she was dating a certified serial killer who had the charisma of a rock star. Dennis had the “Mask of Sanity” layered over his face but underneath the attractive features was the heart and mind of a psychopath. Who knew that the chubby kid who grew into a basketball star eventually became the first cousin of Ted Bundy instead of Magic Johnson? This was a different game that he played. “Another missing woman: The family offers A Reward” was located on news papers and bulletins all over the city. Dennis caused families pain all over the city. Atlanta made national news for what authorities believed to be series of events by the same individual or group. Tina and Dennis spent more and more time together. Dennis wanted to love her and kill her all at the same time. He had a spot for her downstairs but was scared that he just might miss her voice and the red juicy lips that he had gotten so acquainted with. A cool breeze moved Tina’s long hair in a tornado like motion as they stood on the balcony drinking Washington Riesling. This was both of their wine of choice. As Dennis leaned over the balcony he heard a popping sound and felt a sharp pain in his back and neck. Falling to the floor his vision became blurry. Tina turned him around as the small gun smoked in her hand. This was truly the art of deception. Dennis looked up knowing that he had about 5 minutes left before his time was up. Tina informed Dennis that Daron was her brother and she use to partner with Steve Rogers for more than five years. She had been in the parking lot the night that he had killed Daron slumped down in a seat of a car that Dennis apparently didn't see. She kept her emotions under control for months, sleeping with the enemy. Daron was her brother and Steve was her partner, Dennis thought as he faded in and out of consciousness. They had gone to collect money together. Tina was indeed the same woman in the club that night who came over to the table to speak with Steve. Dennis made small talk and recognized her face. Dennis knew that she was the first and last woman that he would see in Atlanta. His eyes closed as she headed to the basement for more answers. This was revenge at its finest. What she rumbled through over the next few hours had police, detectives, forensic specialist and others puzzled as they looked through Dennis belongings. The neighbors were all in the street with concern. Dennis appeared to be very friendly to them and they had no idea that he had The Inferno in his basement. Tina had made an anonymous call to the police that the serial killer had been found. The next day the news papers read all over the nation “Atlanta’s serial killer Dennis Blackwell murdered last night by an unidentified woman in red according to a homeless guy, who watched her drive off”.

The End

“The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” (Short Story-Rough Draft)

Rough Draft (2008)

“The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” (Part 1: Tip The Waitress)

One more glass of Chardonnay and its time for a taxi were the thoughts that crossed my mind. The magnet of this fallen angel’s rendition of Billy Holiday’s “These Foolish Things” had me thinking about all of the foolish things, I might do during this trip to Chicago. The feel of a business trip quickly turned into pleasure upon my arrival. The date was July 3, 2005 and I was a month away from the biggest raise of my life. I had to celebrate! As I glanced at the miniature stage, the waitress approached me with a drink and what appeared to be a business card. At the bar, sat a young lady that smiled at me as her hand toasted the air. I toasted back with a confident grin. The club reminded me of a scene from the movie Harlem Nights. The people, all dressed in vintage attire, had me feeling like I was on a 1930’s movie set. I sat the empty glass on the table. My pager went off as the new singer taking the stage played “In A Sentimental Mood” by the late great Duke Ellington. I sat back in a sofa like chair nodding my head proudly because the was originally written in my home state of North Carolina. The pager read “Meet me in Las Vegas on the 18th”. I ignored the gesture. Curiosity caused me to look back at the bar for the Nubian queen sent me this drink. I had somehow lost track of time. The bar was without a soul as I placed a twenty dollar tip on the table and headed out the door. “Taxi”, I yelled.


“The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” (Part 2: Love Come Back To Me)

The bright lights on Michigan Avenue blended well with the poetic sounds of Miles Davis that played in the background, as I rode in a surprisingly clean cab. Maybe after the seminar tomorrow I will go back to “The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet”, to see if I could possibly return the favor and buy this woman a drink. Better yet, a date would be more suitable since I have only 2 more days left. “Where you from?” stated the driver as a cigarette almost fell from his bushy mouth. Durham, North Carolina I said as thoughts of a romantic night with my imaginary friend coasted up and down the beaches of my brain. After small talk I ended up at the Hilton. After check-in responsibilities were satisfied, I walked down to the entertainment room to see what the commotion in the lobby was all about. As I approached the lounge area I heard Ella Fitzgerald’s “Love Come Back To Me”. Damn! The singer was none other than the young lady who got me that drink. I pulled out the business card that I paid no attention to earlier in “The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet”. It was indeed her. I smiled with enthusiasm.


“The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” (Part 3: A Flight Home or Back to the Bar?)

Standing in the back area I looked over a shorter couple and caught the magical eyes of Dana Williams. That is the name on the fl yer posted outside of the lounge. At that moment I forgot about my presentation in the morning for Bayer Medical Supplies. A text by my Department Manager stated that I needed to return back after Day 1 of the seminar due to an emergency audit that was abruptly scheduled. “Just my luck” were my thoughts as I frowned closing my phone with anger, wishing that I had one more day. My flight leaves around 3pm but it would be incomplete without at least one conversation with Dana. Why did she leave without speaking earlier? Should I have been more gracious and approached her at the bar? Maybe I’m just too reserved. I can’t believe this, a two day trip to the Wind City for a meeting and time is definitely not on my side. Dana’s silky voice hit a higher note as she transitioned into “My Ideal” by Sara Vaughn. The medium sized crowd applauded and screamed sounds of pleasure. She was good! I squeezed my 195 pound frame through the satisfied listeners making my way closer to the vocalist. After a 45 minute set I felt like I was back at “The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” with that Chardonnay resting in my palms. “Dana Williams and your name is?” Oh, it’s Chavon. Her beauty generated sweat on the palms of my hands. “Sorry I had to leave earlier but as you can see, I had an appointment” Dana said with the best Colgate smile I'd ever seen. We sat at the end of the stage. The introduction lasted over an hour before Dana had to excuse herself. On her way to the door as people from all walks of life patted her on the back and asked for pictures, a man and 2 young kids ran to her aid. I felt like I was in first grade with a crush. I snapped a shot on my cell phone as she turned around and waved. From 30, 000 feet I could see the Chicago skyline as turbulence smacked me back to reality.



" The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet" (Part 4: I use to call this place HOME)

As my Miller Lite rattled during God's argument with the heavens I thought about my Chicago experience and the incompleteness of it all. I hate plane rides. When my alarm clock bangs in about 12 hours I will be back to normalcy but this cry is far from political. Her physical stuck in my consciousness and a mental picture of "The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet" kept Dana on my mind. My I-Pod played Eryka Badu's "Next Lifetime" as I read through the pages of An Abstract World written by one of my favorite literary figures Anthony Hanes. I figured that was indeed her family that greeted her after the show, after our conversation, and most of all, at a moment where I was nervous around a woman, for the first time in years. I laughed after glancing at a short story called "Vagina" as Jay-Z's song "D'Evils" off the classic album Reasonable Doubt blasted in my right ear. I had evil intentions for a married woman but I doubt she shared the same vision. She was just being friendly. Maybe she liked the hat that I rocked at "The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet" so she might had figured "Why not, I'll buy this handsome man a drink". And just think, I've been on a 2 hour flight thinking about a bunch of nothing. I landed around 5:30 pm in Raleigh, North Carolina. When I put my keys to the door I noticed a letter that had fallen to the floor. Opening it I saw that Shannon wanted a Divorce……Damn!


“The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” (Part 5: What did a brother do?)

The porch is where I found solitude for the next 120 minutes as I tried to make sense of it all. Yeah, I desired a date with Dana but that was just a pipe dream. I had never cheated on my wife. Well, once while we dated in college but she forgave me for that so I thought. Where did the sudden change of heart come from? I called John to get his take on things. John was my best friend in college and a fraternity brother of mine. He had been happily married for 8 years so I figured advice from him wouldn’t be a bad idea. “She did what?” as John’s voice screamed through my cell phone. We talked for at least an hour as I glanced at the cars going by from the porch. Walking through the house, I could see a few pictures gone off the walls and needless to say, her side of the closet was empty. My soul felt empty. Having a weekend crush during a business meeting should not have warranted a divorce. Shannon couldn't have read my mind 5 States away! We haven't had a legit argument in at least 2 years. Our families get along and we were looking for a new house and thought about purchasing a timeshare. What did a brother do? I had to prepare for work in the morning. After calling Shannon cell phone, her parent’s house and her silly best friend Keisha, I fell asleep on the couch. I guess caller I.D. kept my love away. What the hell did a brother do?

“The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” (Part 6: One day it will all make sense.)

During the ride to work I thought of every possible thing that could have caused Shannon to do this. Was it another man? Did someone see me in Chicago? Nah, I only sat in a hotel lounge and had a conversation with a stranger. OK, that couldn’t be it. I had not messed around on my wife so this was all crazy to me. It was a quiet day at work. I made a few sales and contacts with my contract people nationwide before logging off at 4:45 pm. I knew that my team was ready for the audit. John’s number popped on my cell phone but I declined to answer. I needed to think things over again. I called Shannon cell phone on my way to her mother’s house. I needed answers! I needed them ASAP! Knocking on the glass a strange maid opened the door and led me in to the living room area. Shannon people had money. A lot of it! As a couple, we never allowed them to help us in any way financially. Hell, I make $125k annually & Shannon makes more than that. They had always been nice to me but not on this day. Her family member’s walked pass me like I wasn’t there. I was confused! I spoke but nobody appeared interested in me. What in the world is going on? I couldn’t make sense of any of this. Her mother walked by and looked straight threw me. She loved me and had been calling me her son since my junior year at UNC. I called her Mom! Shannon walked in the living room and grabbed a glass from the coffee table directly in front of me. “Shannon, can we talk? What is going on?” were the words that poured from my soul. “It’s been 2 years Shannon and you haven’t moved on.” Said Rita, who was Shannon mother. “Mom, you have no idea how much Chavon has always meant to me.” Said Shannon as other family members walked into the living room. Donald came in with a newspaper. Donald was her older brother and we use to play basketball together but hadn’t played in at least 2 years. Donald was my dude. He was very cool and treated me with the utmost respect from day one. He was a stand-up guy just as all of her immediate family members. My family loved the Smith's. Was I dreaming all of this? Was I becoming mentally ill or having some type of psychological breakdown? I sat in the living room feeling all alone.


“The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” (Part 7: Reality is hard to swallow: The Newpaper)

Donald put the newspaper down in front of me but didn’t speak. I picked it up and it was highlighted in the obituary section. Bayer’s top seller was murdered in Chicago during business trip. Who was the top seller were my thoughts? Then it hit me, the paper was dated June 3rd 2005 and that is when I realized I was no longer in the physical. The night Dana walked out the hotel after our talk on stage, I went back to “The Jazz Club: A Place Where People Meet” to catch the late night show. I thought that Dana Williams would show up with her family. I needed one last glance. A man stopped me as I walked down the sidewalk and asked for a few bucks. That was all that I truly remembered as I sit here watching Shannon family talk about how beautiful our marriage was. I was dead. I was a murder victim. I was still sitting here hesitating to open the pearly gates and walk in. I was trying to hold on to the physical world. Shannon eyes watered as Rita hugged her gently. “Chavon, is in a better place now baby” she cried. I got up and headed to the front door knowing that this was my final goodbye. I turned around, blew a kiss to Shannon and closed the door to my marriage and connection to this world. Not knowing if I would have ever cheated during my Chicago trip, I took the hands of two angels and made my way to the Heavens. God indeed forgives.

The End