My mind works in mysterious ways i tell ya.

So I had the idea that I wanted to write a book but the time i was done with college. Just to have under my belt, and say im that bad ass. You know. Hand out to close friends to read, sell a couple and hope to get on a new york times best sellers list. or even oprah for it. (I always thought this was my way on her show) But I had the idea to make a story about my life from Jan 2009 on, while often visiting the past. but it has a kind of twist. There are so many simularities to me and miles, but overall his story will be my life, told from the aspect of if everything happened the way i WANTED it too. if I led the perfect life. Its kinda crazy to think about i think. I can dictate his life as how I want. But more importantly. Check it out.



Chapter 1
“MILES?”
Only 6:04 in the morning and she’s already screaming. I thought to myself. “Ya, Mom im up!” I needed to isolate her sound so I grabbed my iPod laying three feet to the left of me. “Come on, Load, Load...” Beat drops; I do all I can to find a piece of crumbled up paper and a pen. “Sigh,” My mind is blank, I can’t figure out if it’s because I just woke up, or because of what today is. I wanted to make my mark. “Cold Shoulder” I wrote on the top of the page.

I got my headphones on and im walkin through the mist/ Seein all these people, an not givin a ish/ Everyone’s got me marked as someone whose not worthy/ But when me and God was talkin’ he told me that he heard me/ He knows my struggles and that’s all that matters/ So to him, ill be his messenger, for everyone else, im casper/


“BOOM BOOM BOOM, Miles Get your behind up right now, come down stairs and eat.” I couldn’t blame my mom for always caring, She tried. Even though it was only me and her at home now, we still struggled; we struggle more now than we did back then. Its so cliché now for kids to grow up without one of their parents, but I think my stories different. When my mom took us out of the hood and moved us here I didn’t know what to expect. I was scared, I was mad, but I was happy to be away from what we were running from. My pops is still around, he calls (I ignore). My older brother and I are the same way. Baby sis loves him, mom keeps it casual, I mean they were in love at a time. I try not to think about my dad much because he was my best friend and my first heart break. I remember being a little kid and him takin me to Coney Island to meet up with his different girlfriends. Never knew what it meant, but I knew it wasn’t right. If its one thing I know that I feel its guilt. Maybe moms and dad wouldn’t have been so bad, if they didn’t have us kids. Maybe it would’ve worked out. Maybe she’d be okay.

I didn’t really have much of a wardrobe but every time I left my house I made sure I was looking right. Kept it real with a nice pair of Nike dunks or something along those lines. My sister was a shoe saleswoman so you know I had the hook up. She was a year younger than me in age, but 10 years older in maturity. I looked up to her more than anyone in my family. When we were little we couldn’t wait to grow up with each other. We were best friends always. We fought more than most siblings I think and it got more violent but hell with our past, I guess that’s how you show the love. My brother was a whole different story. Back in Brooklyn, I remember watching him sit up all night doing homework and actually enjoying it because he knew he could wake up in the morning and do what he really loved. That’s ball. And to me, I still think hes the greatest player alive. I have dreams of myself on tour and him right there and us always playin 1 on 1 for five dolla’s. I always am getting my ass kicked. He can’t body me though. I thought to myself. I don’t know where he slipped but he hasn’t been able to get back up since. It’s hard nursing the heart ache hes going through.

As I slip on my shoes and walk out of my room, I look around feeling today is going to be the beginning to everything I’ve been waiting for. Backpack on my back, joint in my hand, HIPHOP in my ears, and my heart on my sleeves.