I'm the youngest in a large brood of Irish/Latina/Bahamian
family. We're all mixed up and live in an integrated
neighborhood. My parents suffered for what our families
called mixing it up. Claimed it was against God and nothing
good would ever come of it. Of course, my pops paid them
no mind and married his childhood sweetheart and
forty-three years later, they're still a team. And according to
Ma, still hitting it pretty regular.
I have four older brothers, one set of twins between two others and an older
sister Moira. Don't see or hear much from her since her husband was sent to
Japan with the military. She talks to the parents pretty regular, so I guess it's all
good. My brothers live in all over Pennsylvania, where we grew up. Ma and
pops still live in the same house and neighborhood from when we were kids.
Pops still has his drunken fights on Friday, and clocks in on time every Monday.
Ma never worked. She makes it a point to tell all her boys, he takes real good
care of her. She expects us to follow his example in that regard.
Roark’s closest to my age and people say we are the most similar in looks and
personality. They could be right, he's just smarter than me and never got caught.
He's my finance man, keeps things straight for me, invests my money and
makes sure my mom and Denise get whatever they need.
The twins bought a large house outside Pittsburgh and from what I hear it's a
beauty. One of the twins is a lawyer and the other a financial analyst. Both are
successful and own a lot of property. I discovered they live an alternative
lifestyle, it blew me away, but hey, they're my brothers, I love em. My brother
Frank owns some type of commercial landscaping company. I remember
working for him during the summers before I was picked up for assault. Now, a
lot of criminals say they didn't commit the crime they're in prison for. They lie.
Most of us did the shit they locked us up for. No question, I tried to give the little
fucker a new hole for stealing my new motorcycle and wrecking it. I didn't give a
shit we were partners who got high together. A man's ride is sacrosanct, like his
woman. Fortunately, he didn't die but he'll probably never have kids either. If I
wasn't such a hell raiser back then, I wouldn't have spent so much time in and
out of juvie and then prison. Smoke and I caught hell for being friends and
signed up for the Prison Build Program. It saved our lives. Prison is no place to
assert your independence, we learned that quick.
We met Ross in the program and the three of us created our team. As different
as we are, we clicked and decided we were gonna get paid building homes.
Good thing, cause a couple years later I met Denise Brown. I'll never forget the
night I went to this black club with a couple of guys from work. I'd been raised
with all different people; my first girlfriend in elementary school had been black.
She gave me a black eye for stealing a kiss, but for a moment, there'd been
So, I'm high, feeling buzzed and this fine milk chocolate
woman walks in and sits at a table near the dance floor.
I'm wondering if I'm seeing correct because she couldn't
possibly be as pretty as I thought she was. Some jerk
asked her to dance, she accepted and somehow ended
near my side of the floor. I'd been wrong, she was better
looking than I thought. Her eyes were large with long
lashes, full lips, beautiful teeth and pretty curly hair. Her legs were long and
toned. My heart raced as she returned to her seat. I made up in my mind right
then, I had to taste her. I'm not going to lie, a relationship wasn’t in my mind at
the time. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast. walked over to her table, took her
hand and simply said. "Dance with me." She wore this surprised look on her
face, but she moved toward me. "I'm Irish, what's your name?" I asked.
Denise," she said and we've been dancing ever since.
Now no relationship is without it's ups and
downs. We've had our share. During the eight
years we've been together, we had two
beautiful girls, twins. Shannon and Shantelle,
the little demons keep us grounded. I've asked
Denise to marry me, she accepted. To get the full detail of the rocky
relationship, get my story, "Ready for Love". It has more details than I can get
into now. I just hope her dad,the Rev. Brown, who hates me for being white,
doesn't do anything to spoil our day.