Gregory Maxwell

For protection or prevention on what ails you.

So, I could drop this in Poe….but not today. I could drop a Poem,…but not today. Venting with the gloves on is also a bit of shit. They are coming off and you will listen. (as I write, right now) Saint of Me….Rolling Stones ques up on the radio….Nothing is an accident. I digress.
If you don’t hear it you will read it. But first, you still have to grow up. You can’t spend your life running from confrontation. THAT is your fear. I have been way past that part. I used to be afraid of failure. But it happened and I survived, I became stronger because of it. What is your reason? No excuses.

It could be an ailment? Legit. I am going for some special consultations Maybe I will have a true answer, before its too late.

I am going to spell out the situation in Philly…..Hell, I might as well do it now before God and everybody.

I haven’t had a long enough conversation with you to even tell you a lie. Your Mom tells half of the truth. (just like she hid you away from me for 3 Years, I have proof) ANYWAY….. My reputation for self-destruction is nothing hidden, but nothing to brag about. It is not in my character to harm someone, like my own flesh and blood. So, You were not at the house WITH ME…..Your Mom came home with you from Kathleens and found me passed out on the couch.
Why was I on the couch passed out? Well, because of your mom’s and Kathleens double teaming schemes had gotten the best of me. I had been to two different emergency rooms dealing with panic attacks that put me there. ( I still had one of the EKG electrodes that was left from one hospital, when I stopped at the next one.) … I had no embarrassment at this point. The hospital prescribed Ativan and I had the script filled and went home ALONE. I didn’t drink on a regular basis, but people in Philly gave me Scotch and Vodka as a tip for getting the Cable TV service back on. So there was some Scotch, inter-acting with my Ativan…. I had no clue … Until….. Ya’ll came in and I was out of it…. Your mom sent you back home with Kathleen….YOU was not present. Before, During or After. I deserve more credit than you give me. I have earned it the hard way. I love you. This was an easy story for Aimee to sell to you. BTW I was still paying “Child Support” when you went to St. Louis. Ask her about that, while I have the receipts. YES, this and so much more you have NO clue about….yet are too afraid to find the truth…..and that is all you really need. My door is always open and phone is always on.