The Peter Shue Story/ The Life of the Party!

By Peter Shue and Terence Wallace

A true story about a universally known Super Star's ex boyfriend, New York City celebrity party promoter/gangster Peter Shue. Peter Shue had the power to transport his dreams into reality. Everyone who attended Peter's parties from the average Joe and Jane to people like Wendy Williams, Diddy, Mike Tyson, Mary J. Blige, Keith Sweat, Heav

• Language: English
• Publisher: famigottcha
• Release date: Oct 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9780988515017

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  The Peter Shue Story

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The Peter Shue Story!

Written

By

Peter Shue/Terence Wallace The Watcher

2nd Edition

Famigottcha LLC.

© 2012 The Life of The Party!

Copyright © 2012 by Peter Shue/ Terence Wallace

All rights reserved.

Names, places and some of the incidents were changed to protect the innocent

This book is based on true events.

The reproduction, copy or illegal distribution of this book without the consent of the publisher and/or author can result in pursue of the law.

© Daily News, L, P. (New York) Used with Permission (Original article)

Official United States District Court, Eastern District of New York,

Trail Transcripts - CR 95-301 (S-1), Uniondale N.Y. (Public knowledge)

Poem: Wake Up written by China T.

All rights Reserved 

ISBN: 978-0-9885150-0-0

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Cover Design: Desiree Guzman/Horia Cretan/Savior Bacote

Typeset by: T. Wallace

Editing by: Darlene Jenkins Shueller/Terence Wallace

Authors: Peter Shue/Terence Wallace

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Dedications

To my family and friends, to all oppressed and incarcerated people from Coast to Coast and Country to Country to every known Continent in the world; to all those who rolled the dice and gambled with the odds of fate and lost, to all of those who never snitched; in loving memory to the dearly departed Hammy, Cisco, Anthony S., Jack Girl, Renny (ST. Nick),Weasel, Steve Milburn, Toni & Sugar, Noel, Gregor & Lil Greg of116th st., Bruce Grant "Lil Bruce of 140th st,

etc., etc., etc.

TO ALL THOSE IN GANGSTERS PARADISE MAY THEY REST IN PEACE.

Keith Lewis Bruce Grant

Soundview Wild Bunch Crew 140th St.

                      Also dedicated to my mother

                      Mrs. Thelma Wallace (Ma)

FAMIGOTTCHA LLC.

FAMIGOTTCHA LLC.

The Hurricane Butterfly

WAKE UP

Time is of the essence. Yesterday is history,

Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is not promised, it’s a gift. People it’s all about right now. Cherish each moment of everyday as if it’s your last. Live in the moment, because Time is of the Essence.

PROLOGUE

My pain motivated me to write this book. My greatest hope is that no young man or woman get involved in the reckless irresponsible world of street life. It only takes a second to make a bad decision. You are defined by your choices in life. I hope by reading my story it will help someone to benefit from my negative experiences, focus on school, get a job, cherish your family and friends. My mother raised me to become a valuable asset in society; in that aspect of my life I failed.

I apologize to any and everyone that I may have hurt or offended in any way in my past. Growing up as a child I had no idea of whom or what I was to become in life. My name is unimportant at this time. My father left us while I was young. I was a lonely child kind of sad and mad. As a teenager growing up in New York City due to budget cuts we had no after school programs. The only role models that I had in my neighborhood were the mailman, the garbage man, the milkman (who was a loan shark), the drug dealers and the number runners. I had no positive male role models in my life to aspire me. I became a product of my environment. As a teenager I had my ups and downs. As a young adult some of my choices in life brought me pure pain.

I can’t be you, you can’t be me. My pain is my pain, just as your pain is yours. All of my pain could have been AVOIDED. I admit I made some bad choices in my life. I chose to live the silent life of crime. I chose to sell drugs. I chose to allow a worldwide media known female Pop Star into my life and I paid dearly for

it. My name is Peter Shue and this is my story.

NEW YORK DAILY NEWS ARTICLE; NOVEMBER 16, 1995

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FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT: Public Knowledge.

CHAPTER ONE

WELCOME INTO THE COLD WORLD OF DO OR DIE

The year is 1995. Peter Shue is sitting in a jail cell at Uniondale, Long Island Federal Court waiting for a Judge to decide his fate, after a two-week long trial. The New York Daily News and a few other worldwide media newspapers and magazine outlets are covering his story.

The television show-The American Journal came to the federal jail to interview Peter. A mere party promoter set up by the government in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

"Damn, Damn, Damn! I have been convicted of conspiracy to purchase and redistribute cocaine". As Peter closes hiseyes, he remembers that he has been through this shit before it seems like just yesterday that he was being released from Comstock State Penitentiary in 1988.

Peter had just served four years out of a two-and-a-third to seven-year sentence. This meant you had to do at least the two-and-a-third before you could go before the Parole Board. But, not Peter, he ended up messing up again by stabbing someone over a basketball game, which brought him to doing a few years instead of maybe getting out sooner. What makes this bid so bad is he had been convicted of armed robbery that was set up by a snake.

The snake got caught by someone at the scene of the robbery, who saw his license plate. Being the snake that he was, he gave up Peter’s name to save his soft ass. Facing an armed robbery charge, Peter took it to trial because that was the way he was brought up.

I don’t know anything and I didn’t see anything.

Yes, Peter was a stick-up kid tried n true, that’s how he started out. When Pete was 15yrs old, Smooth Criminals, Coldhearted Pure Gangsters like Anthony S., Brick, Les, Lil Bruce and Peter’s uncle China T. the leaders of the140th St. Wild Bunch Gang, Stickup Association treated young Peter like a Prince. Peter Shue was a smart young gangster with the heart of a lion from the hard knock life Harlem School of Do or Die.

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Wild Bunch Gang members from left to right Brick, Les,

White Hat - Anthony Steward and Chatna with Richard Pryor

NEWS BREAK, NEWS BREAK!!! BREAKING GANGLAND NEWS!!!

We apologize for this exclusive information/commercial break. Please stay tuned for the breaking news. Today we are giving you an inside view of Gangland. You heard it here 1st.

Grr, Grr!!! Gun shots, Sirens, Gun shots, Search Lights, Sirens, Spot Light - Stop, Freeze, Don’t move!!! The Spot Light is on -The – Buzz – Buzz – Buzz. The Search Light is on Gangster Trivia. I am The WATCHER. We interrupt this story to give you important Gangland Hustler Tidbit Facts.

There are many untold stories in The World of Do or Die. The Spot Light is on Anthony Pretty Boy Stewart. In my humble opinion as The WATCHER in comparison to Peter Shue’s brief stickup career, Anthony Stewart of the 140thSt. Wild Bunch Gang, Stickup Association, stuck up and extorted Countless People. The Wild Bunch Gang’s Motto was simply "Do or Die with a Grr!"

Anthony S. was a Big Time Notorious stickup kid, who committed Countless Robberies of drug dealers, number runners, stores and banks. He also sold drugs. Finance for his family was all that he understood. Anthony dressed strictly in jazzy new A.J. Lester or Franklin Men’s store outfits or Ories Tailor Made Suits off 125thSt.. Mr. Steward was a career criminal who was never questioned or arrested for any crime. For 15yrs every day from dust to the darkest hour just before dawn Anthony S. was the Boogieman Grr!

Anthony was the true meaning of Danger, Danger, Danger in The World of Do or Die. The – Buzz – Buzz – Buzz on Anthony S. was to his victims, he was like Rambo, Godzilla, and the Invisible Man. Anthony would stick you up in less than a New York Minute and like the Invisible Man, POOF! He was gone.

Anthony Pretty Boy Steward was tender loving and caring to his family and friends. This super cool, coldhearted criminal minded gangster will forever be rated the #1 Stickup Kid in The World of Do or Die Hall of Infamous Gangsters.(Peter knew Anthony S. well, China T. and the Wild Bunch crew were role models for a young Peter Shue).

At this time I/The WATCHER would like to give Shout Outs to Retired O.G’s like Tommy To’ Sweet and Steven Mosanto, where ever you are Hello, Hello!! Also I would like to Shout at Retired O.G’s Skeeter of 140thSt, Royce of 151stSt, and Retired O.G’s like Fred Bo, Louie, his brothers Bat, and Reggie, also Ricky Miller of 116th St., Tutti of 148thSt.and Junior of 133rd St., they had Heart. Hello! Hello! Hey BIG UPS and I would like to make a Special Shout Out to William Underwood, True Green and Big Bob Cofer. Hello, Hello, Hello!! They had a unique style of class.

Hey you never know when The WATCHER is watching you. Have you ever thought of telling your story, well here’s your chance to tell your story to the world, write me The WATCHER!

If you want your story told Players, write me The WATCHER at FAMIGOTTCHA LLC, 1950 Lafayette Ave – P.O. Box 567, Bronx, N.Y. 10473. (FAMIGOTTCHA LLC will publish your story, cookbook or poetry). Post your comments about this book on www.famigottcha.com

Ok now the Search Light is on Gangster Trivia. The question today comes from a young lady from Salt Lake City. She would like to know, who was the best dressed student ever to attend a NYC high school? Hmmm, by far the best dressed high school student of all time would be a 17yrs old William Underwood. He added a flare of class, style and finesse to business, casual and sport wear. Mr. Underwood was no joke, he wore a gold and diamond necklace with his name UNDERWOOD written in script, about 4 inches high by 10 inches wide across his chest in big cut flawless diamonds, he graduated from high school and sparkled on to become a music mogul.

Ok that’s it for today’s show, for more information on this show write me The WATCHER. Kids go to school, read a book, get a job, stay out of trouble and don’t do drugs. Once again we apologize for this interruption. Thanks for joining us. Tune in next time! This is The WATCHER signing off. This program was sponsored and brought to you by FAMIGOTTCHA LLC.

Now back to the story The Life of the Party starring Peter Shue.

THE LIFE OF THE PARTY!

When Peter was 18yrs old his crew stuck up everybody. They did not care if you were an ordinary person, a drug dealer or a number runner. They needed the money to support their cocaine habits along with the habit of hanging out at nightclubs. Peter played the clubs like a Motherfucking Mack, he partied hardy at The Lime Life, Leviticus, The Fun House, Savage, The Silver Shadow, Pippins, etc. etc. etc., New York City was Peter’s playground.

Peter and his crew use to play Disco Fever and Club 371 religiously. They did not smoke crack, but did put a hell of a lot of coke up their noses. Their crew used to think everybody respected them in those days, but in reality people were just trying to stay cool with them so they wouldn’t be robbed next. Every night Peter was getting high and bringing a new broad home from the Fever. His mother never knew what he was doing to himself until it was too late. You see, Peter was her only son and he was the youngest child of three. His father left them while he was still young, so she lost control of him. Pete was running the streets like he was that dude.

In the Fever all the stick-up kids used to be in the back getting high, drinking Moet and plotting their next heist. The Fever was a two-floor hole in the wall, but everybody seemed to love to be there. They were like cowboys from back in the days of the Wild West. Pete played the role of Jesse James of course. Just like in those western days when they put together the Texas Rangers to try and shut it down, the drug dealers in The Big Apple put together a War Crew to knock stickup kids off.

Peter Shue was the type who always led by example, so he never showed any sign of fear. Peter would always set it off first. Like Robin Hood, they would rob from the rich and give to kids, needy, poor or elderly people. At the time Pete thought nobody could touch them, but he was young and stupid. It seemed like everyday somebody he knew who was in their profession was getting killed. Peter started to wonder who would be next.

As The Big Apple War continued one night as Smokey Robinson was on stage singing at the Apollo Theater on 125th St. Dale from 148th St. was assassinated while sitting in a private balcony seat at the Apollo. After that Anthony Steward from the

140thSt. Wild Bunch Crew was found murdered by decapitation, his head was found in a vacant Bronx tenement building and his body was found in a Harlem vacant tenement building. Then one day, Lil Bruce from the 140thSt. Wild Bunch Crew was found with his throat cut his body was place upside down in a city garbage can on St. NicholasAve. After that Chico from 139thSt. was found dead at home with a bullet in this head. Then Carl of 137thSt. was shot in the head while standing on a street corner talking to a friend in the Bronx. Also Richie of the Bronx was shot to death while sitting on a milk crate outside in front of Arthur’s Round Table Bar in the Bronx.

It was not safe for a stick up kid to travel or roam the city streets alone in search of a big time major drug dealer on the food chain chart or a fake punk, soft bitch ass, low level drug dealer.

Yes, City wide in The Big Apple N.Y.C. the stickup kids were at War and they got their licks in too, but it seemed like it was a no-win situation. In order to feel safe& protected stick up kids decided to travel in wolf packs of two or more. A wolf pack stick up crew would jet around The Big Apple ever ready to attack a drug dealer without warning, like a Stealth F-22 Raptor jet fighter super cruising the sky with heat seeking Thermal Camo Guided Missiles ready for combat.

All the Hellified Big Time Notorious stickup kids from the school of Do or Die like Shotgun Lurch, The Hurricane Butterfly China T. , Rock, Brick, Les, Fred Black, Bang Bang and Pissie Boo were still on their individual silent destructive missions creepin’ nimbly in the shadows of the night throughout the city on the down low looking for their next major big time sting, while striving to survive The War in The World of Do or Die.

For Peter the icing on the cake came when he had his man Earl’s .38 snub nose handgun. Earl kept calling Pete to meet him. Peter had this bad bitch with him that he always wanted to hit, so he kept putting his man on hold.

Kelly was her name, she was a sexy brown skinned broad from around his way. Kelly was always getting boned out by older brothers. Pete heard she had crazy good pussy, so he finally got what he wanted. Peter tapped that sexy ass and it was everything the old heads were talking about, especially the head. Kelly could go for hours just giving you head. As they lay in the bed after Peter busted his second nut in her mouth, he got a phone call from his cousin Terry. He told Peter that their man Earl had been nailed to a chair, tortured and thrown into the East River. Pete was eighteen at the time, but he cried like a baby that day. That’s the day Peter became a man. Pete’s crew went on a two-week shooting spree until they felt retribution had been served.

Peter slowed down on taking people’s assets, but he had to dip and dab, because he was still getting coked out. At the time he couldn’t stop getting high, shit everyone was doing it. All the bad broads Peter had were getting coked out with him. Pete did not know what they saw in him, maybe because he was Blackanese, that’s Black and Chinese together. A few major drug dealers offered to put Peter down with them, but he was not ready to take orders from anyone. He thought it might be a set-up to get him close enough to be knocked off. Plus, Peter could not believe that anyone could trust him when they knew he might rob them for their coke so he could get high.

Things were getting worse for Peter Shue, because all that coke was finally taking its toll on him. There were times when he thought his heart was going to bust out of his chest. Peter could not stop, because cocaine was everywhere he went. Pete thought he would die first, before he could stop getting high. Once again he was wrong! Peter went to jail in 1984 that was like a blessing from heaven. Not only did Peter kick the habit, he never touched coke again. He smoked weed from time to time, gladly it did not have the same effect on him.

CHAPTER 2

FREEDOM

It’s 1988 and Peter is being released from the holding cell he was in. As Peter is leaving the Prison, brothers who he was cool with gave him shout-outs. They pumped their fists in the air to show their brotherly love, they all yelled to him:

Be cool brother! You better not come back!

When Peter Shue got outside he saw a black limo and his cousin Matt standing in front of it. As Peter moved closer to him he could see that he had not changed a bit. Matt was a 6ft. 6ins. tall and weighed one hundred and eighty pounds soaking wet. Matt never stopped getting high to this day and it showed. When Pete reached him they hugged and started to kick it.                                                                          Damn nigga you ain’t changed a bit! Peter said, You still look like you’re snorting that shit.

Yo, Shue the world will end before I stop doing me. Matt smiled, as they both started to laugh. Then Peter heard female voices coming out of the limo. Who the hell is that? He said in an angry voice.

I got you a welcome home gift or should I say gifts.

Yo, son You know I am not ready for this shit. I have a lot on my mind and bitches are not one of them right now.

Matt said, Listen everything is a lot harder out here now, so you better enjoy the better things in life while you can. Plus, I spent a lot of money on these hoes and if you don’t get busy, I will.

Peter thought to himself that his cousin had lost a few marbles upstairs. As Peter opened the door to the limo, there were two fine ass hookers sitting inside, one was a red bone who called herself Candy. The other one was a deep chocolate sweet thing named Coco. Peter just looked at his cousin, thinking what the hell he might as well get his four-year dry nut off. So they went to work on them or I should say the hoes went to work on them. Till this day Peter still can’t believe that a lot of these ladies of the night are so gorgeous. Why the hell are they out here selling their ass when they could be married to someone with a lot of dough? After a while he had to try and slow Matt down.

Peter says: Yo son, you act like you were the one coming home from jail.

Matt replied: Man all this coke in me has me horny as hell.

Matt then pulled out some coke. Sure you don’t want a flashback? Peter said. No thank you, I’ll pass.

      As they continued to get busy, Pete noticed a tuxedo wrapped in dry cleaners plastic. He turned and looked over at Matt.

Matt, what’s up with the tuxedo?

Oh, we have a welcome home party to go to. Now