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Saturday, September 16, 2023

The Jay Razor Series by Deon Hayes - Urban Fiction At Its Finest - Tribute to the First and Last Book in Series - Playlist - Deon, Hope You're Still Writing in Heaven...

 


“Oh, yeah, I feel you. I spent years just thinking, and reading, and honestly my only escape was dreaming and through books. You see, when I read, I would see myself as the people I’m reading about and I envision that it’s me that’s doing whatever it is they’re doing. Now I’m no longer that caged bird. I’m flying, living my dream, and living life by my own set of rules. I’m a slave to nothing, but a master of all my mind can conceive.” 

“Wow, that’s deep. That’s what I love about you; you know what you want and you know how to go about getting it, and that’s real.” 

“Look, Heidi, we’re only here for a short period of time. This life isn’t guaranteed to nobody, so it’s a must you do the damn thing while you’re here. All the time you spend bullshitting and fucking up is time wasted, no doubt. Just like a bad relationship; it’s pointless.” 

“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. I once heard that saying, ha, yeah, that’s funny.”  “You believe that shit?” “Yeah, kinda.” “Baby, that’s bull. God don’t make trash! If a man makes you feel that low, he was never a man in the first place. A man is strong, caring,responsible and loving towards his family. If a man feels he needs to break you down to make himself feel more like a man, then he was lacking in a few of those qualities himself.” 

“Hey, you feel like going to the diner for some coffee?” “Sure, babe, we can do that.” “Cool, well, let me jump into the shower first and then we out!” 

While Jay was in the shower, Heidi got a call from Mark. “Hey, girl, why haven’t I seen you in awhile?” “Mark, baby, I’ve been busy, but we can get together tonight. Is that cool?” “Yeah, meet me over at my crib in about ten minutes. Got it? And Yo, don’t keep me waiting, alright?” he barked his order. “Come on, baby. You know I would never keep you waiting; I’ll be there.” She ended the call. 

Jay got out the shower. “So, Heidi, you ready?” Jay had the water running but had come back out to retrieve a towel and had overheard the whole conversation so now he just wanted to see how she would squirm her way out of it. 

“Jay, baby, I’m going to have to take a rain check on that coffee. Something’s come up unexpectedly, so I have to run. Is that cool?” 

“No problem. It is what it is.” Jay walked past her and headed towards the car. She seemed a little pissed. “You’re not going to even ask why?” 

“Heidi, the set of rules I live by won’t allow me to.” “Really, Jay, and what kinda rules are these?” “Don’t ask for the truth if you’re not ready for it or you don’t want to hear a lie!” “Oh, so now I’m a liar huh?” 

“Okay, just this once. I’ll humor you. What came up all a sudden, Heidi?” he said with a sarcastic tone. “My mom wants to hang out and watch movies so I’m staying here. That’s all. Why, what did you think?” she asked, looking down at the floor. “Oh, you’re really going to play this thing through huh? Well, I know for a fact that’s bullshit! But like I said before it is what it is. I mean, really, your mom can’t wait for you to have a cup of coffee?” 

“Jay, I don’t spend that much time with my mom as it is. Damn, can I do this one thing?” “Like I said, are you ready?” “Yes, Jay, let’s go!” Minutes later she was dropping him off at his truck. Jay sat in her car until she got jumpy. “Damn, must be some movie. I’ll let you go so you can meet him, I mean, her. 

See ya!” She tried to kiss him on the lips, he dodged it and slammed the door. He didn’t even turn around to wave at her. She rolled down the window and yelled, “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” He held up the peace sign and said nothing...

Deon Hayes was a native of Bronx NY. He was a happily married family man and a father of four children; one son and three daughters who were all born in Philadelphia, PA. Besides writing in his spare time, he loved spending time with his family and shooting pool with his friends. When asked about sports, Hayes loved Boxing, Basketball, and Football in that order. He also loved reading books and responding to his fans.
~~~

After thousands of books read, I met with a first, for me, I had been a member of the Gettin' It Facebook group and noticed the book cover of The Jay Razor Series. I thought I would read Deon Hayes book, since it was the first in series. I had already started to pull things together for my review when I saw that Deon Hayes, the author, had died recently. My heart immediately went out to his family. I have learned that he was just 27. However, I can attest to the fact that Deon would have had a future writing career, and, undoubtedly, a successful series. In fact, I had already gone out once the first book was read to get the next, only to see that it wasn't yet published. I decided I wanted to go ahead and review the book and post as normal. And include his full and extensive playlist that was used, practically from the first page of the book. For now, I'll stop to include the memorial song used on his memorial page...

https://www.knoxhighmortuary.com/obituary/Deon-SkeenoHayes

I had so many questions, thoughts and awareness as I finished the book, which was to be the first in a series about a boy named Jay Razor. Jay was just 17 when we first meet him as the book opens. Jay was frustrated, roaming around, unable to sleep, wanting to "do" something, but stuck in a prison they called a boys' home. He'd been having night sweats and bad dreams from memories that just wouldn't go away. He paced around his bed, hemmed in and suddenly stopped.
 

I thought to myself, This can’t be life. I need something to look forward to. I felt like an unwanted stray that had been left on his own, similar to Oliver Twist in the Charles Dickens story. Without giving it a second thought, I reached under my bed, grabbed my book bag, and began packing. I grabbed the three hundred dollars that I hustled from some of the younger boys. It’s now or never. I’m ready to leave this filthy prison they call a boys’ home.

I knew about bad dreams, so I began to sympathize, but already knew that the type of dreams young Jay would be talking about were bound to be extremely different than mine which was caused by job burnout... Let's face it, there are many issues in America that is sadly affecting many of us, and, sadly, most of the Black Race. I went back to view the video of pictures of young Deon, who played football, and was in the navy...and clearly was loved by his family. So I find I am spending more time associating the boy Deon in his book, to the life of Jay.  I would have liked to have had the opportunity to meet Deon through his books, like I always do... I'll miss knowing about the life that Jay had...

For Jay was now free from the boys' home and on his own. Jay was a good-looking guy, surely, because the girls and women seemed to notice him. And, in his freedom, he met a young girl who seemed to match what he saw as his future lifestyle... For one, she immediately did her thing and went out and loaded up on new clothes for Jay--that was her grift, and she had never got caught, so she was dressed to...kill... The final story of Heidi turns dark quickly after she had left Jay to go meet another guy...

While Jay was into local hood passive money making activities, movin' cars, getting them in and out of the area and sellin' high. Jay soon had made a contact with a chop shop, plus a local gang and was promising a minimum number of vehicles hitting the shop. Money began to pour in and everybody was happy with the new moneyman, even if he was only 17 goin' on 18...

But Jay was in just for big bucks while playing it cool... But it got rough early when a guy tried to move in to his girl..
They finished their ice cream as they walked back through the park heading towards the truck. When they got to their truck this guy and this girl were leaning up against it. “Yo, excuse me. That’s my truck you’re leaning up against, if you’ll excuse us?” Jay stated, annoyed. The guy brushed Jay off, while he continued to lip lock with his girl. Pam looked on to see how Jay was going to handle this. “Dude! Don’t take this there. Get the fuck off my truck!” Jay yelled with venom dripping from his words. He stopped and looked up, “Yo, kid! You and your little friend need to go play somewhere ‘cause I’m busy.” Jay became furious by the level of disrespect the guy showed him and his face turned blood red. As he went into a rage, he spit out his razor into his hand. The guy had his hands around his girl; Jay took the razor across both his hands as the guy let out a loud scream. Everyone close by turned to look. The guy reached towards Jay but Jay moved with cat-like speed and attacked again. His girl saw the blood streaming down his arms. She started to scream, and Jay dipped the guy’s arm as he sliced him again from his wrist to his elbow. While he grabbed his new wound, Jay went across his face. He fell to the ground in pain as Jay stepped over him and got into his truck. As the shock ran off of Pam’s face, she quickly ran around and climbed inside as they pulled off. They rode along in complete silence. Once back at the hotel, Jay picked up the bloody razor off the front seat and went up the stairs. Pam thought to herself, I know he isn’t going to keep that? Jay went straight to the closet and pulled out a bottle of some kind of solution in a box and then he put the razor in it and it started to fizz. “Jay, what the heck is that?” “It’s a sterile solution; it get my razors clean like new!” “Are you telling me you’re going to put that razor you just sliced that man up with, back into your mouth?” “Well, not right now, but yeah. This is the stuff doctors clean their tools with! he bragged. Hey, I’m about to jump into the shower.” “Well, when you get out I’m going to take a bath. You want to get a movie? They have a few new ones on the list we can order.” “Yeah, yeah do they have Scarface on there?” “Sure, you want me to order that?” “No doubt. Hey, you feel like running to the store and getting us a bag of popcorn?”
And there you have it, Jay got his name by holding a razor in his mouth, always ready to...slice...and dice...
 And then went back for a shower...and...  prayer.
He let the hot water work its magic to relieve the stress from the fight. He thought about the guy he had just fucked up for life. He tapped his head, stomach, left shoulder, then right shoulder as he looked up, “God, I’m not sorry for what I’ve just done. I can’t live my life with regrets. It was either him or me, and I’m good. Amen.” Jay put his hands on the wall to let the hot water run down his back while brainstorming his next hustle. He quickly snapped out of thought when he heard Pam come back in. He soaped up, rinsed off, and got out. He washed out the tub and started Pam’s bath water. He walked out with his towel around his waist. “Hmm, what you got there?” Pam licked her lips. “I started running your bath water for you, he said while looking in the bag she had just got from the store, Hey, what else you got in here?” “I got your Slim-Jim and your Snapple peach tea!” “Cool that’s what I’m talking about. Well, go in there and take your bath so we can kick back and chill,” Jay ordered as he looked over at the cell phones charging. He went over and unplugged one then went over to his bag. 

And there you have the dichotomy of our main character, Jay Razor! He moved from being held in by society that would not help him except stick him in a boys home where he grew restless, certainly having been in danger often, and yet had little done to ensure he was prepared to enter into the adult phase of his life. He taught himself to always be prepared to keep himself safe by slowly learning how to maneuver a two sided razor blade in a corner of his mouth, so that he could whip it out whenever he needed...

And he used it only when absolutely necessary, at least for how he evaluated the specific situation, and then said a little prayer to God about what happened and his feelings about it... Almost daring God to disagree with his assessment, don't you think?


Jay was a boy/man who had the brains to move forward in any effort he would make, yet chose crime, at least until he had enough money to get where he wanted to me... Jay did what he had to do to protect the few friends he had made, but thought nothing if those with whom he'd been working started getting jammed up and were caught in death's grip...

And would just add that he'd have to pray about them as he left...


Jay loved music, ice cream and other junk food to watch with movies or he played both hip hop or pulled out from his collection of old soul players like Sam Cook, dependent upon his mood, or if he was sharing with his girl...


Or any other girl or woman who let Jay know that she was into him...


This Urban Fiction book contains many sex scenes, as well as an ongoing story of Jay's movements toward making him a rich man... And then? Well, sad to say that the book ends as a cliff hanger.... One that all of us will find, maybe, more than usual, since the series ended prematurely... thinking about how the story would move on...


So... I've added my own ending...Jay and his lady will continue on, finally walking away from all of the dangerous situations... and becoming just ordinary people... Perhaps a love story, not unlike any other?


For surely the music played gives the impression of Jay being in love, don't you think?

But here's how he ends.... in song...

He grabbed Jay’s hand and held it as he looked at Lulu. “He will have no fear of bad news. His heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord. His heart is secure; he will have no fear and in the end he will look in triumph on his foes.” 
“That’s Psalm one twelve, verses seven and eight.” “You love the Bible huh?” Lulu asked Noah “Sweetheart, because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.” Noah finished. “That’s Psalm one sixteen, verse two.” 
Jay shook his hand goodbye; Lulu did the same as they jumped into the truck and headed out. “So Jay, baby, why didn’t you tell me you were into the Bible like that?” 
“I’m not. I’m just a person who would rather know a little bit of everything, than a whole lot of nothing, feel me?”
~~~

This is a fascinating story of a young man who learns early that it will be a hard life without money, and is smart enough to figure out how to get enough to build a life. I am taking the liberty to share that the first thing he buys is a house for he and his girl... 

One thing I should mention, some of the videos on the playlist may not come through due to YouTube restrictions, but I wanted to include them so that you can, if you wish, click over to hear those that may not play here. I have to admit that my preference was for those older songs which were popular in my earlier years... Sam Cook, Marvin Gaye and others who sing words that just about any woman wants to "swoon" on... And that, dear readers, is also still listed in the Urban Dictionary as a very good thing... I hope you all will enjoy this post... And, like I said, in the Heading, I hope Deon is settled in his new golden threads and is writing stories for the angels now...

God Bless,

Gabbie

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Tribute to Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan Speaks of Books that Influenced Him in 2016 Nobel Lecture in Literature




In Tribute for His Nobel Prize, let's remember just some of his wonderful words...





















Found the following at the last minute...
one of my favorite songs I just had to add!



Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Photos and Words from Adolfo In Recognition of Boston Marathon...


Boston Marathon

By Adolph Adolfo Caso


Deep from within the culture of Greece
Thousands of souls have run into my heart
Each carrying a single candle
Whose lights have illuminated
The heavens in our universe—
Alive and throbbing, even though
Four more un-destructible souls
Have been made
To populate my sad heart.

On perusing the artifacts at Copley Square
And reading the words of those surviving,
Either in phrases or graffiti,
I do not read about those
Who thought-up, helped, planned
And executed another criminal disaster
Against an innocence
Inherent
In the human heart.
Memories stand out on the meaning
Of the Boston Marathon
Shown through
The sandals left behind by those who walked it,
The sneakers left behind by those who ran it, and,
The wheel chairs left behind by those who drove it
To show that life is precious--
To be cherished rather than to be destroyed.

The Marathon is a representation
Of days coming together
With people from all over the world
Of every race, culture and creed
Competing with the sole object
Of finishing,
Together as one,
As if the human race were one Great Spirit
Growing without dimensions or time--
Like water
That should run
Into the oceans of our hearts.

 Come, pick up a cap,
And watch the runners compete against themselves;
Or,
Choose a pair of sneakers and run with me,
However short the distance may be;
Better still,
Take over any wheel chair
And give the people of your world
A heritage of triumphant life
Instead of pre-determined death!












Adolfo Caso, 
Friend, Author, Photographer, Poet, Publisher
is a regular contributor to
Book Reader's Heaven...


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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Tribute to Weston Massachusetts Veterans Also Recognition for all American Veterans!






Weston Veterans:
 World War II

By Adolph and
  Margaret Caso




Weston, Massachusetts, USA.
Weston, Massachusetts, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


When I was asked to review this book, I had to pause and consider how...After all, this would be somewhat like individual biographies, but would also be an historical collection that would be valuable to researchers in general, as well as World War II in particular.
Weston, Massachusetts, USA.
Weston, Massachusetts, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Then there were also individuals who had not represented America during that war. Rather they were in countries that were perhaps much more affected by what was happening where they were.

The one common thing for all of them was that they were now living in Weston, Massachusetts and this was certainly a tribute for the place where they all decided to call home. Was it a special town? Or did it just happen to be the home of Adolph and Margaret Caso, who represent Branden Publishing?!

It is their work and research that brought the book into existence, but the veterans are the stars of the book!


And that's what I found the most important for these individuals... This is indeed a fantastic tribute to America's Veterans, no matter where they now live, or where they now rest...

It was then I realized that the individual names of these individuals would only be known by their friends and
families, but that their stories would be meaningful to many. That's what I wanted to share and highlight in the review...

Here's something that I found important: I wondered why more individuals did not see this powerful truth...and choose not to follow tyrants...

"Realism and idealism seldom come together except to create utopias that exist only in thoughts wrapped in fiction and begotten with blood. Utopianism, as the ultimate goal for mankind, is always found in the inception stage of future tyrants. The number of human lives sacrificed on behalf of that attainment is beyond belief and comprehension. The numbers of incidents (from the one-man terrorist bomber who kills twenty innocent humans, to many-men organized attackers who kill by the hundreds and thousands) are conducted to achieve one goal: to capture power and confirm the authority of that power by the tyrants themselves.

The authors pointed out a quote from Roger Carpenter that is worthy of highlighting here: "Yes we succeeded, thanks in no small part to individuals like me--a simple driver who knew how to drive well, doing his job and shutting up about it."

Indeed!

Herb Baron acknowledged that active duty turned him from a boy to a man...



George Bulwinkle was thrown on a pile of dead bodies! While Austin Cribben, when discovering a a German soldier was begged to be spared as a father with children! (How many men never really want to be sent to war!?)

Clifford Harrington's hobby of training homing pigeons was later used during the war!

While David Kingsburg lived simply because he chose to go get a candy bar while those who waited in the jeep were all killed... His question: How                                             do you tell, let alone explain, something like this?"

Each of the Veterans living in Weston are introduced initially with a short paragraph. There follows are short biographies of each, which includes any material that they had, including pictures, letters, etc.

One story I particularly like was about John Saunders who was born in Poland, lived under a doomed country, then under Communism and Finally under Nazism. He believes he lucked out simply because he was Aryan-looking as any blonde, blue-eyed German...Of course, he also had forged papers... His own book is entitled the Memoirs of John R. Saunders: Prisoner, Officer, Winner...



For those back home, sometimes they received

Hello Darling,

Tonight I can tell you I am in Nuremburg. This is the place which Hitler called the "Most German of all cities." It was the place of many great Nazi meetings. "Hitler's Temple." Here the people waves Nazi flags from the countless windows of the innumerable apartment houses as the haughty SS troopers stormed by on the cobblestone streets below.

It was a city chuck-full of tradition, but how things have changed. The once beautiful buildings are now nothing but piles of pulverized debris. The flags still hang from the windows but there are no swastikas because they have been all bleached white--the token of surrender. These countless windows will not have to be cleaned for some time because most of them are glassless. In short, all is "kaput."

Today, the guys went to a brewery and came back with 5 big kegs. Tonight, we'll all be drinking beer. In normal times, the Bavarian beer is supposedly the best obtainable, but because of the war, the beer is not its best--it tastes something like cider without the apples, very synthetic. One could drink several kegs without getting the least bit intoxicated. Once here, everyone drinks it, just like we drink Coke here in the states. Even and 9 and 10 year-old children.

How are the boys treating you? I know Steve must be still a baby, but Den--it's so hard to visualize him now--must be such a big boy, inquisitive and domineering. Is he just as sincere as ever? Does he still have that Harvard accent? You mentioned not being able to get the correct shoes for the boys; did they have them at Thompson's Factory?

I'm going to have to close now dear. I have to go "on guard" over to the motor pool. I will be on duty from 20:15 to 23:30.

Tomorrow being Sunday, is a day of rest and no reveille at 6:30. Chow won't be served until 8 o'clock, so I can sleep a bit late for once. So, good night, darling and take good care of yourself and the boys.
I love you...
Austin...


Frances O'Neil is the only female Weston Veteran. When her four brothers enlisted, she wasn't satisfied in not following their example and finally talked her mother into signing approval for active duty, when she was 20. She joined the Coast Guard, a new branch of the service at that time, and had many other young women.

Aside from the routine duties she performed, she was also able to go dancing at the USO every night! When she came back home, she got a job at the Arthur Murray's Studio! Now that's what I call a story!

There are so many different memories, stories, pictures for enjoyment! I have to tell you my own story with the book...I noticed a picture of a handsome young man in his uniform...So I was interested in learning more about him! LOL... Wouldn't you know that Harry and Ann Baker have been married for 72 years! Wow, Lucky Woman...!!! But it was wonderful to see their pictures when first married and then one so many years later!

Highly recommended! Well done and a joy to explore...Keep it on your permanent library shelf to visit often!

GABixlerReviews






Memorial for and graves of victims of aerial w...
Memorial for and graves of victims of aerial warfare in World War II at Karlsruhe (Photo credit: Wikipedia)







World War II Memorial Panoramic
World War II Memorial Panoramic (Photo credit: un2814)


A generic U.S. World War II tank, a derivate o...
A generic U.S. World War II tank,
a derivate of Image:TM-9-374-T25E1-1.jpg,
 background removed (transparent), hue set to steel blue,
 reduced size and colors. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


World War II nurses
World War II nurses (Photo credit: timefornurses)




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