The time has come i think, to tell you a little of the men in my life. And, how they came to be the men they were. i think, its important to know that there were men under there. Men who had once been vulnerable little boys. Men who were twisted with hatred or their will broken and their addictions fed until they had no will left with which to resist. So, that is where we are going now. Down a side lane that isn't quite about me, but about the men who owned me. Make no mistake, i was property, and i know it. i have already given what i know about my Granddaddy, so we aren't covering him this week. And, i don't know the story behind JH or Edward. So we'll concentrate on Benny, John and Jackson. And how they became my own personal boogymen.i don't do this for pity for them, although i admit i have some. i do this because you need to know. And, i need to process it. Everyone can take their dark secrets to a dark place. Some of us just choose not to. Here are the stories (what i know of them) of three men who did not make that choice.
