honea byrne

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Try hard, get barred  Get back, write braille  Get jailed, jump bail  Join the army, if you fail   Look out kid You’re gonna get hit  But users, cheaters  Six-time losers   Hang around the theaters   Girl by the whirlpool Lookin’ for a new fool  Don’t follow leaders  Watch the parkin’ meters- Bob Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues" Read more:   http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/subterranean-homesick-blues#ixzz3KKSVvxW2 One week in July 1996, I got motivated enough to go to the employment office. Landed a job at a Pizza Hut Delivery, north of I-10, as a cook. I was also going into the army in a week. Came a weekend before I was supposed to go to basic training when my childhood friend, ______, came with a couple of hits of paper, LSD, and got me with the phrase, “Just one more time before you go.” Somewhere in that trip I decided that I couldn't go into the Army because they would do a spinal tap on me and find out that I was insane. Therefore, I came up

I remember walking up and down the streets during the hot summer days. Alcohol was coming out my pores as I’d beg different establishments for work. Many people who knew me as a role model, and many relatives rode by and shook their heads at me in disgust. My mother’s parents gave me money, enabled me. I remember I’d drink a lot of Red Dog beer at the time. It had cute messages in the bottle cap like “follow the dog” “this way” And I’d use these statements as my personal spiritual guidance, like horoscopes. How many have fallen in love from their first time? Uh oh. Her name was Katrina. She was about to move away with her mother. I just had to have her. I quit college a lil’ bit up North 49, in Perkinston Mississippi . Also known as Perkatory, because for some reason students tend to stay there a while basking in their irresponsibilities. She stayed. We moved in together. For work, I started at Pizza Hut Delivery tearing up the car my father got me. Money was good. So I though

At seventeen years of age I ran away from home and my mother followed in her Mercedes Benz. I ran all the way to my grandparents mobile trailer. Started making new types of friends. Some of em’ seemed to wanted to be the first to have me get intoxicated and high. I had not done drugs and alcohol before. Started off with a cigarette, then beer, then Mad Dog, then Cisco… And once I got out of control with my drinking they let me go. Didn’t take long for me to quit Taekwondo. I took Taekwondo for seven years and had become a third degree black belt. I was a role model to adults and kids. Since age 13, when I earned my black belt, I had the esteemed title “Mr. Holmes.” I was ashamed, I’d get so drunk and high that I couldn’t defend myself play fighting my new friends. I was so scared of everything and everyone; so eager to be accepted. I ran away instead of fighting my father. He so much, seemed to want a tougher son. I did see a trend of Taekwondo, as it was taught,

Programs such as well fair and SSI give financial incentives to keep families separated.  Due to discipline instilled in me, by my father forcing me to study five nights a week for two hour sessions, and Master Calhoun training me in Taekwondo, I made honor roll. Thus was removed from special education classes. I hated my father for the forced discipline until recently. It’s a norm to have single parent households. I can’t count the number of kids I've taught that don’t know their father. Programs such as well fair and SSI give financial incentives to keep families separated. I've taught only a few students who have had their father’s force them to study. From my childhood neighborhood it was said my father was abusive. In the public school settings I've watched single parents beat their children in the principal’s office. I have experienced the effect of children who are neglected. I come to wonder if my father was abusive. He was there in my life. It is not

Who I am Well my father probably wouldn’t be the successful stock broker, insurance, financial consultant he is today without my mother telling him he looked better in a suit and tie than a Goodyear Gas Station jacket. It inspired him to go on that one fateful day to that job interview to sell life insurance. Because of his job, my sister and I grew up upper middle class. We were able to be in the Gulfport School District for our education. Didn’t realize the great opportunity I was provided by being raised upper middle class, and being educated at Gulfport High till years later. Supposedly, according to my parents, my first grade teacher called me too stupid to learn. Because of this I was sent to Oshner’s clinic in New Orleans , where I was tested. The results found that I had average intelligence, and I had a learning disability. Which I thought was hyperactivity. Though years later through some challenges in my life and getting my IEP, I realize now it’s somethin