Wrong Answer: Week Four Book Release

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter Five

She suggests we take her vehicle. It’s a nice little Honda Civic. “Cool” I respond, but I also explain that I don’t want to leave my car in the parking lot.  I keep it real with her and explain why.  She says it’s no problem; just come with her.  I go out to her car with her and she drives me to mine, then tells me to follow her.  I end up at her apartment.  She stays in Cherry Tree Crossing, an upscale apartment complex.  I leave my ride at her place and jump in the passenger seat.  I say “Boy, you are a mighty trusting soul, I might be a serial killer or something.”  She asks “Are you?” I say “hell no!” She responds with “You know you’re the same way don’t you?” I ask her what she means. She tells me “Wait until you see my driving,” and with a devious smile she hits the gas.

We spend the rest of the day together feeling each other out.  I’m sprung already, and I just met her.  I haven’t even smoked yet.  Being with her is like walking on a cloud though.  She’s a definite keeper.  We decide to kick it some more, and she has no plans for tonight.  She asks “What about Wild Wings Café? A band that reminds me of Lady Antebellum is performing there tonight.”  “Cool” I respond.  “How about we meet back up at your spot in an hour?” I suggest. She counters with “Why don’t you just chill out at ‘my spot.’ I need to freshen up and check on some things while there if you’re allowed that is.”   I know that she didn’t just challenge me.  I think to myself. I can’t help but to smile.

Her apartment is “banging.” It’s three floors with a balcony in the back overlooking a small lake.  The view is terrific, and I tell her so.  The colors are all wrong for me though.  Too much pink, yellow, and rose.  It’s definitely a woman’s touch.  She looks at me with those intense grey eyes and it’s like she’s penetrating my very soul.  All of a sudden I’m nervous and I ask ”What?” 

She gives me a sly smile and says “I just remembered what you told me was in your car. I have some strawberry-kiwi wraps, and we have about two and a half hours before the show starts at Wild Wings. You get the green, and I’m gonna jump in the shower.”

I tear it down out the door and to my car.  I grab the ounce from under the seat, lock the car, and head back up to her apartment.  I walk in, close the door, and lock it.  As soon as I turn around, sitting ten feet in front of me is one the largest red nosed pit bulls that I’ve ever seen.

I note that it’s a “she,” and she’s not growling or bearing teeth, so I make my way to the sofa SLOWLY.  She looks at the bag in my hand and licks her chops.  So I play it cool and speak.  “Hi there girl, are you hungry?” She instantly jumps up and trots toward me. She sniffs the bag, and I pat her head and scratch behind her ears.  She is a big girl, almost up to my waist.  I notice that she has grey eyes too.  She hops up on the sofa and lays her head in my lap.  I place the bag on the coffee table and continue to pat and scratch her.

After awhile, I sense someone watching.  I look up and see Rainn leaning against the entry way staring at us.  She’s wrapped in a short robe complete with hair wrapped in a pink towel.  Her grey eyes lock with mine, and she says “Gypsy, down.”  The pit immediately hops down with a small whine and trots over to a bean bag in the corner of the room.  Rainn says “she’s so spoiled.  She only likes you because you brought green.”  I smile and say “Everybody likes me; all for different reasons though.” 

She laughs and tells me I can use the shower if I want.  She’ll roll a couple of blunts while I’m in there and then get dressed.  I had to take up that offer.  Everything was going so well. I didn’t want to spoil it and since my apartment water only gets lukewarm at best, I practically ran to the shower.

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Numbers 22:28-31 Bible Messages

New International Bible verses Numbers 22:28-31

Then the Lord opened the donkey's mouth, and she said to Balaam, "What have I done to you to make you beat me these three times?"

Balaam answered the donkey, " You have made a fool of me! If I had a sword in my hand, I would kill you right now."  The donkey said to Balaam, "Am I not your own donkey, which you have always ridden to this day?

Have I been in the habit of doing this to you?" "No," he said.

Then  the Lord opened Balaam's eyes, and he saw the angel of the Lord standing in the road with his sword drawn.  So he bowed low and fell face down.

Message: 

 Even an "ASS" can preach.

Wrong Answer: Week Three Book Release

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter Four

Autumn Rainn Wilson is her name, and I am definitely in love.  

When she told me her complete name, I told her that I had to meet her parents that day! She asked me "Why?" I said "For two reasons only; one, to congratulate them for making you, and two, to find out what kind of 'good' green they were smoking when they named you?"  She burst out laughing and told me I was too cute.  She remembered me from prison.  One weekend visitation her brother and I had together.  We were in the same dorm, and we used to play chess and spades together.  He was one of the coolest White boys I've ever met.  He wasn't a follower nor scary as hell like a lot of those other clowns that I was locked up with.  He introduced me to his family, and I did the same.  She was younger back then that's why I didn't remember her.  I remembered her name though "RAINN."  The fact that she prefers to go by her middle name gave us the first thing we had in common.  She said she remembered me because I was funny as hell and she thought I was probably the only Black guy her brother ever talked about that didn’t try to cross him.  I said “Oh, I thought you remembered me because I was so handsome.”  She giggled again.  I think to myself that I could really get lost in her smile and her eyes.  I actually tell her this, and I can’t believe that she’s single.  She replies “There’s not a lot of guys around and definitely not any good ones.”  I said “Please don’t tell me you have a partner or girlfriend.” She says “I have alot of girlfriends . . . but not like what you’re thinking; I have sorority sisters.  Otherwise, I’m strictly dickly.”

Now, it’s my turn to giggle; partly from relief. If she was into girls, then my work would’ve been cut out for me.  I’d be willing to put in the necessary work and overtime though.  From what I could tell so far, she was well worth it.  Relationship material is hard to catch nowadays.  Most just want to “hook up” for the night or weekend.  Everyone’s tough and independent in the 2000’s.  I pull out my phone and ask her for “just a minute” as I call B-Nasty.  He answers with a “Fool, where you at?  I’ve been here about ten minutes now.  We got shit to do.” I tell him “change of plans, we gotta hook up later on maybe.”  I briefly explain, and he gives me his “blessing.”  I respond with “Fuck you and Dick off.” I’m laughing the whole time though.  My dude is my dude. 

I put my phone up and ask Rainn what her plans are?  She tells me that “whatever they were, they changed when I chased her down.”  I’m falling for her more and more.  I ask “my ride or yours?”

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Is Key Community Management discriminatory?

Key Community Management Inc. web page pictured above asks if I am puzzled by the lack of communication and excessive fees?  YES, I am totally displeased with the lack of communication with Key Community Management community manager, Amy Kinney Walsh.

I have never spoken to Amy Kinney Walsh.  Amy Kinney Walsh has never returned my phone calls. Amy Kinney Walsh did not send me a "dated final notice" prior to having their attorneys file a lien against my property.  I even left her a voicemail in December/ January about how I was trying to stabilize my banking situation after being hit with a $44,000.00 levy.  Amy was a new liason for our community.  In my voicemail, I emphasized that I was a former officer of the HOA Board and that I was very informed of the history of our community.  Since I never received a return phone call, I thought that everything was in a pending state until I could get refocused on my HOA responsibilities.

In addition, I knew that Brian and Jamie Darche Warren (a White couple) had received a phone call on August 12, 2010 (pictured above) prior to the Legal lien on December 16, 2010 on their property at  13127 Rosedale Hill Ave. Surely, Key Community Management was going to extend me (a Black woman) the same courtesy of a phone call before submitting my file for formal legal action.

Yet, they did not.  I even asked the attorneys on March 13, 2017 to inform Key Community Management, Inc. that I was disappointed with the absence of a courtesy phone call because I had been waiting for a verification of debt letter.  I did not receive a verification of debt letter from the attorney office until March 11, 2017 despite both email and written requests being sent beginning February 27, 2017.  I had to mail off a return receipt letter around March 2, 2017 because I had not received an email response from the attorney's office.

I did not receive a Key Community Management response from my March 13, 2017 letter until the attorney emailed me on March 30, 2017.

I feel like a victim of discrimination surrounding my race by Key Community Management, Inc of Matthews, NC.  The all White member HOA Board lead by Jamie Darche Warren has had a history of excluding Blacks.  Brian and Jamie Darche Warren were also the couple that introduced and assisted Key Community Management to abruptly take over our Association account from a different management company about a decade ago.  Despite a foreclosure on one of the Association's properties, the Warrens continue to lead our community. Being White definitely comes with privileges in the case of our Association and the community management company, Key Community Management of Matthews, NC.

Character Review: Troy from Fences Movie

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Troy 

(Denzel Washington's character in "Fences" movie)

Perspective #1: 

Troy didn't hold down the finances.  He would not even have had a roof over his head if not for siphoning off the bulk of his brother's disability settlement.   He manipulated the younger son's situation. He changed and limited the entire course of his son's life.  He required the son to work so he didn't have to support even his own basic needs anymore. He had children by three different women that he could not afford. He tasked Rose with the bill paying because he didn't want any extra adult responsibilities. Troy didn't want his brother committed to an institution because doing so would mean the brother's disability payouts would have gone to the institution, rather than to Troy's pockets. Troy would rather let his brother starve on the street than miss out on those payments.

Protecting his girlfriend as a youngster from being raped by his father likely had as much to do with his competitive relationship with his father than it did with the girl's plight.  It is not like he turned his father in.  He completely abandoned his oldest child letting him back in his life as an adult only at Rose's insistence and only to then berate him to the point where the grown child turned to crime. Then Troy guilt-tripped his wife- the one whose only meager request in life was to not have half and step children --into raising the illegitimate child he sired while married.

It is sickening to think the "Troy's" of the world continue to exist in this carnation, routinely using and ruining the lives around them to their own convenience, because some people prefer to dismiss it all as "nobody's perfect" and "men will be men."  There is a whole spectrum between "decent" human being and "perfect" and he and his kind don't even fall anywhere along it.

Perspective #2:

Troy held down his household. He could have gambled his brother's settlement away, but he didn't.  He was appreciative and put it to good use.  He always gave Rose most of his paycheck.  He bailed his brother out over and over again knowing the system was milking him.  He fought for a better job position even if he was not qualified.  He was committed to Rose and committed to providing a home to his "love child" despite the mistress's death from childbirth. He protected his girlfriend from being raped by his own father.  Troy also visited and fed his brother while he was in the hospital.  Troy had a good heart.  When the trumpet sounded at the end of the movie, we know that Troy entered into heaven.  He was not a perfect man with his indiscretions, but there was only one perfect man that ever walked this Earth. That perfect man was Jesus, and He died for our sins so that we may have a chance at eternal life.

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Wrong Answer: Week Two Book Release

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter two:

Payday weekend has finally arrived, and I’m meeting up with B-nasty to spend some of my hard earned money. The agenda is new clothes, new shoes, and some female companionship for the whole weekend. Now, this plan calls for an ounce of "gas" and 100 "Molly's" which I am about to cop from Nasty.  I’m making sure this weekend is brought to its full potential.  Anything else would be uncivilized.  This is almost mandatory.  I work too hard all week assembling go carts not to fully enjoy the weekend.

 

I pull up next to B-nasty’s Mitsubishi Eclipse.  He gets out and jumps into my Mercury Cougar. He places pills in my center seat cushion and puts the ounce of gas under the seat.  I can see that the ounce is wrapped thoroughly many times over, but I can still smell it loud and clear.  I smelled it from the moment he sat in my passenger seat. I want to roll me a blunt so bad I can taste it!  I pay him his money and we both get out of my ride to go inside the mall. 

Shopping for new outfits and kicks happens every 2 or 3 weeks.  I have to stay fly, and I’m sure B-nasty feels the same way.  The way we live, this comes with the territory.

 

The mall is packed as usual. There’s “beautiful” everywhere I look.  All these different flavors of females can make a brother’s head spin.  Even the “cougars” are dimepieces nowadays.  It’s hard to narrow down a selection.  But someone has to do it.  Might as well be me.  After all, ya can’t have a party without some bad bitches, right?

 

 

Chapter Three

We decide to split up and meet back in an hour.  We usually compete against each other to see who can get the most numbers.  Nasty has cheated before though.  Some of the numbers given to me were fake ones.  That’s happened once or twice.  Besides, today , I’m just not with it.  Through all the competition, it would be nice to meet just one chick who’s real and can keep up with a nigga like me.  I’m complicated, but at the same time, I’m not that hard to figure out.  Ya feel me?

I stroll into FootLocker.  I’ve had my eyes on a pair of of AirMax, and I’m buying them.  I’ve already got two outfits to match them. As I’m standing at the checkout counter,  I feel someone touch me on my right shoulder.  Thinking it’s Nasty, I turn around with a “gas faced, cross-eyed” look.  Even though my vision is a little distorted now from that pistol whipping that I received from my past "burglary went wrong" fiasco,  I can still tell that this person behind me isn’t  Nasty and they’re female.

As soon as I uncross my eyes, I’m staring into a pair of the prettiest grey eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.  The face is a definite match, but right now, it’s showing shock and amusement.  She’s trying to suppress her laughter.  She is a very sexy ass White girl, and I’m wondering if she’s confused, so I say “What’s up? My bad about that, I thought you were someone else.”  She giggles a little bit and says “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard.  Really, but isn’t your name Chris or Christopher?”  The only time I went by my middle name was when I was in prison and that was almost three years ago.  She immediately sees that I’m a little uncomfortable.  I ask her with all seriousness how she knows that name.  She turns serious and tells me “Look, I thought you were someone I met a few years back, but I’m obviously mistaken, there’s no way in hell YOU’RE HIM!”  Just like that she turns and starts walking off.  Three thoughts run across my mind as I watch her walk away. 

1.       Did she just YELL at me?

2.       She has a very fat ass, for a snowbunny, and

3.       I think I’m in love!

I look around and note that everyone in FootLocker is staring at me.  I forgot all about my AirMax’s and I take off after her.  I cannot let her get away!

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Wrong Answer: Week One Book Release

Prologue by Michael Christopher Blocker

 

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE; PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

 

These are the words I yell as I stare up into one of the largest holes in a gun barrel I've ever seen.  I think to myself that this is a black hole, and I'm about to be thrown into it. I have been caught by a guy that wasn't suppose to be home. According to my contact, everyone was suppose to be out of town. This house was ripe for the picking or at least, that's what I've been told.  Now, it seems as though I've been set up or all the details were wrong.  All I know is that I don't want to die.  I want to see tomorrow and the next day for that matter.  I have to think of something or someway to get out of this.  Looking into that black hole is the worst feeling in the world or that's what I thought until

I heard the hammer being pulled back . . . .

 

 

BOOK:  Wrong Answer

Written by Michael Christopher Blocker. 

 

Edited by Benita Carol Blocker.

Chapter one:

Damn! My head is killing me. It’s 4 am. It's Friday. I could use a little more rest, but no, I still have to get up. I can't afford to be late again. It’s a 5am to 2pm mediocre job with little benefits, but great pay.  My workplace, Club Car is a big factory that makes go carts for country clubs all over the world.  If you watch the Masters Golf tournament every year, then you've seen a go-cart that I've had a hand in making. I'm assigned to work on the assembly line for right now, but I'm trying to move up to welding the frames and other metal work.  It's more pay, and I can use more money. I have my own apartment and car, even though neither is anything to brag about. Still it’s better than prison. Hell, anything is better than that six and half years in that cesspool called Georgia Department of Corrections that I had to serve for breaking into houses. It was the hardest time ever. It forced me to make some much needed changes in my life.

 

Most of my days are routine.   Get up, go to work, get off and get some sleep.  I’m always eager for the weekends.  They are my reward for a week of intense manual labor in a hot ass warehouse. Now, some of my weekends, I chill solo, but not this one, I have to get me some "feel good medicine." So I called up B-nasty.  B-nasty is my “dopeman” and my friend. I’ve known him all my life. We kinda came up together.  Even though our friendship is sometimes one-sided, I taught him everything he knows about drugs, and he taught me everything he knows about females.  That’s why he’s called B-nasty.  He’s a real freaky dude with the ladies.  

 

I'm always reflecting on my life's journey. Before I served time, I used to be a hustler.  I had my hands into just about everything.  If it was quick money, then I was with it.  I enjoyed my playtime too. Nasty and I have had some great times with chicks in suites and jacuzzi’s.  Enough daydreaming, I've got to hit the shower, drink some coffee, and  hit the road. But first, let me turn the coffee machine on.

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