Cita Mind Tingla: Da Beginning Dare to Exit

By Ruble Richardson Sr.

This is just a book fictionwith some true and false characters in it. It is just the visions that I have seen in the short chapter of my life. How the system is still showing racial barrels but what is mind boggling to me is that my own race gets in certain position and forgets where they come from. Im not perfect; we all have flaws but never judge a person when youre doing wrong yourself. At the end of the day, you cant fool God. Thats the only thing I fear on this land.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469189925

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Copyright © 2012 by Ruble Richardson Sr.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2012905528

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4691-8991-8

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Well, hello there! Does it taste as good as it looks?

What do you mean by that?

Nothing. My name is Edward, but you can call me Ed on our first date.

What date? (takes a sigh)

Your name?

Vincieta Owens, if you like vitamin C.

Sounds refreshing. Yes, indeed! Where are you headed to?

Work. Now get out of my way. (car door slams)

Ed yells out, Frankie, come here.

What do you want?

Did you see the new girl?

Yes, I spoke to her earlier.

Yes, some eye candy fo’ sho’. Did you catch the news last night?

Indeed! They still haven’t caught that serial killa yet.

Which one?

I’ll catch you later, Ed. Frankie storms back down the street.

Good afternoon. May I help you today, sir?

Yes, I’m looking for three CDs.

Anything in particular?

Yes.

What artist?

Something Midwest. That new Kopec, Fed D. Don, and Still Throwed.

Just this way, sir. By the way, my name is Becky Stewart.

You look familiar, dito. What high school did you attend? Humes?

No, that’s not it, Becky states.

Awww. Now I know. You took a writing course with me at Harris Community. OK, it’s coming back to me now.

Know that’s what’s up all the time, Chris. Good memory. Here are your CDs. Anything else?

No, but here’s a flyer.

We’ll take a few.

Are you trying to network off me? I’m just joking, says Becky.

I heard about this. Well, a friend e-mailed me. I’m trying to raise some rubles so I can help sponsor a new community center for youth in need and poetry readers.

Here, take my number. Call me later. Chris, good day.

Chris thinks to himself, I used to have a crush on her.

Leaving the electronics store, Chris has an accident with Nathan, the local hustler.

What the hell? screams Nate, quickly hiding his two Ecstasy pills. They both get out of their vehicle.

Chris calmly asks, Do you have any insurance, Nate?

Nate replies yes, handing him a fake insurance card.

Did you see me pulling off the parking lot? Chris asks.

Nate replies, The cherry fell off the end of my spliff.

Now how are we gonna take care of this situation? both say at the same time.

Nate says, Well, it’s really not that serious. I don’t wanna report it to my insurance company.

Me neither, replies Chris.

Well, I’ll say about $500 will cover it, Chris says, looking down at Nate’s Prada shoes.

Nate gives a nervous look