honea byrne

click this link and listen to this song The Rolling Stones ~ Mother's Little Helper as you read this one. A couple weeks passed. I was in one of my teacher remediation courses. Had my phone on silent. When I checked it I had 13 missed calls. All were from her. Told me how she was so depressed being without me caused her to almost kill herself in a drug overdose. That Saturday, I drove non stop f(missing text) to ‘save her.’ Drove her back to Gulfport with all of her belongings in two trash bags and a laundry basket. Imposed on my step father and mother to let her stay with them. I stayed at my grandma’s house a quarter of a mile away. After Thanksgiving she got a job at a pre-school/ childcare center. She made the arrangements for us to get our own apartment. I continued working construction. Finished my teacher’s remediation course. Which really seemed like a waste of time. After all, I was not going to teach again. We’d go to meetings together, Mr. and Mrs.

I missed her tremendously. She had left with her mother and father to Asheville North Carolina . Their house, Discovery Bay in Pass Christian, had been destroyed by Katrina. And I just had to see her. 20 something September I went to Asheville North Carolina . Stayed there about a week around the mountains. They were living with her father’s mother in a big two story house in the mountains. We went to a couple family functions. I felt like an outsider. Couldn’t get passed that feeling that I was just some sort of fling. Went back to teaching around early October. One day I saw a teacher in the front office crying. She was swearing “F*^* this bull sh%*.” Didn't take long for me to be in one of the vice-principal’s office being told of how awful of a teacher I was. They emphasized for me to resign. If you fight it we’ll make your life very uncomfortable. They gave me the resignation form. Had to bring it back the following morning. I was devastated. Called my former superv

There was only one gas station in town that worked. It was located in Bayou View off of Washington Avenue . Cars were lined up for two miles. Around the South many gas stations illegally raised their prices astronomically. One of these gas stations was near Hattiesburg . It’s still there with its $5.00 per gallon sign. It’s abandoned now. The closest place to get gas was in Pascagoula . I’d walk around neighborhoods helping friends put tarps on their roofs. Remember seeing a man with a shotgun in one hand and a gas can in the other.  I remember seeing spray painted symbols on the outside of houses and buildings that indicated how many had died inside houses. There were empty boats in the middle of highways. My stepfather and father lost their businesses to Katrina. I’d wake up in the morning just knowing it was the “End Times.” Wasn’t able to get everything cleared out of my grandma’s yard before she came back. Went about three weeks without electricity and water. Being withou

I was sent home from the school i was student teaching at. see http://www.honeabyrne.com/2015_02_01_archive.html Went to Charles’ house. He was living with his sister. He could always calm me down. We worked more on the web site he had started in the mid 90’s multidementional. A week later I was reassigned to Long Beach High School . I did Inclusion and also Self-Contained teaching there. My final semester I was assigned to Ocean Springs Junior High. During that semester I finished my assignments in The Artist Way , http://www.amazon.com/dp/1585421464/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=48966404438&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=14348949962886444315&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=e&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_2rwdoftul3_e  and finished writing 2to1 . http://www.amazon.com/2-1-honea-byrne-ebook/dp/B009PYTAOO I started on a 100 days of promotion. I sent my story, stories, to a different publisher everyday for a hundred days through the internet. Many days I sent

My Piece of The American pi                                     What’s yours?                                                             To be? Cause we’re all numbers.             I bought an American Flag to sleep under. But never did. Two sergeants told me not to. Because it was blasphemy.                                                      with every step toward Jesus. God’s night eye, the moon, shined. I kept looking at the ground until I came to Jesus’ feet. Then I placed my hands in his, knelt down, closed my eyes tightly, inhaled seven times in my nose, followed with seven exhales out of my mouth. Opened my eyes and looked up at his face. The moon in its radiant circle was Jesus halo. Early October 2001:                                     Danzig held a heart in his hands and had blood dripping from his mouth on his album cover “ Danzig 6:66.”             William had this album in his collection. As well as, many other Heavy Metal cd’s.