That’S That Good Stuff

By Brandon Connor Jr.

How would you like to go on a journey back in time with a Meth Cook? Let me take you there with the true stories written in this book. My name is Brandon Connor Jr. . My nickname was Trip in the dope game. This book contains my life's story. It tells how I became addicted to Drugs. How I became a Meth Cook that taught other people the method of cooking dope. The time I encountered what was really behind the scenes in the dope game which is Devil Worshipers. The people that followed me around in Black SUV's. The time I was cooking dope when the house caught fire. My friend see's an angel. The time I spent in federal prison. Most of all how God broke the chains that Satan had me bound with. God has a special message for you in this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503524910

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CHAPTER 1

Childhood

I was born on Nov 30 1981. My parents were Brandon Connor Sr. and Betty Connor. I was born at a hospital in Hick Town, South Carolina. My parents named me, Brandon Connor JR. I had one older sister and her name was Cloey.

When I turned three months old my mother and father separated. When I turned three years old my mother remarried to a man named Dean Childers. I decided then to call Dean dad, but to always call my biological father daddy. Once mom and dad were married they had me another sister and named her Anne.

Mom and dad raised me and my sisters up in church. My daddy came to visit us a couple times a week. He often took us to the movies, out to eat, bowling, skating, and we always had fun. He was a great man and was always good to us. My daddy taught us many things and he always told us about Jesus just like mom and dad did when they would take us to church.

My daddy taught Cloey and me how to drive when we were young. He would take us to a dirt road near our house and let us take turns behind the wheel of his car. We had fun driving up and down the dirt road. My step dad took me to the dirt track races at Harrison Speedway. I loved those days because they were the good ole days.

During the summer, dad and I went fishing every weekend. We went to a lake called Eagle’s Landing Fishing Lake. On one occasion of us going fishing, it started to pour down the rain, but we kept right on fishing. I lie you not, every time we cast our rods a catfish would run with it as soon as it hit the water. My dad drove a Chevy S-10 pick-up truck. Within two or three hours, dad and I had covered the whole bed of that truck with nothing but catfish. Every one of those fish were nice sized. It was one of those childhood memories one just can’t forget. As a matter of fact, we still have conversations about that fishing trip still to this day.

Another great childhood memory is when I played Baseball. I played third base and I became pitcher when I was not playing third. I was a pretty good ball player. I did it mostly for fun. My dad was my assistant coach for a few years.

One of the games I played still haunts me to this day, and that would be my championship game. It is one game I will never forget. During the last ending, bases loaded, us leading by two runs and the opposite team having two outs, me playing third base, the player steps to the plate, and he hits the ball straight up in the air to me. I called the ball immediately as I was thinking I could do this and catch the ball, and would you know I just dropped the ball. I missed judged that ball totally and the first baseman runs over picks up the ball, and throws it over to me just as I get back to third base. The first baseman threw it too hard and it went right over my head into right field, and we lost that game. I will never forget that terrible day.

Then on Sundays after church my family and I would go up to Greenhill, South Carolina. That is where Grandma Sarah, Great Grandma Elly, and Grandpa Isaac lived. We would go up and eat dinner. Great Grandma Elly was famous to me for her squirrel dumplings. They were really good. Believe it or not she would take a twenty two long rifle out in her back yard, and then come back into the house with some fresh squirrel already cleaned and ready for the cooking. Then Grandma Sarah made the best biscuits I’ve ever ate. Man they were those cat head biscuits, and Ummm Ummm Yummy! Then there was Grandpa Isaac. He was a preacher and always wore overalls. He would farm the land. He grew the best watermelons around. He also taught me how to find arrowheads. There was plenty of them around. Those were the good ole days. Back then when a storm came up we would all sit in the living room until it passed. We were some God fearing people.

Then there was my Grandma Louise and Grandpa Floyd. Grandma Louise was the most loving person that I had ever met. She always held that special place in my heart. Every time I would see her I would have to give her a hundred kisses before I would let her leave. Then Grandpa Floyd was a truck driver. He stayed on the road most of the time. He was also a preacher. When he was home we would go over to see him. He loved us a lot and always smelled like grease from driving and working on tractor trailer trucks. I always wanted to be like him when I grew up. He died when I was real young. We were all bent out of frame when he died. That was the first funeral I remember going to. I remember walking up to his casket and I was so short that the first thing I saw was his nose sticking up out of the casket. He did have a big nose. That was just more to love though.

CHAPTER 2

Saved By Grace

G rowing up mom and dad always took us to church, and I thank God for that. We became members of River Baptist Church in Hick Town, South Carolina. The pastor of the church was Rob and he had a wife named Christine. She taught the youth Sunday school class.

I was in Christine’s class. She taught me the most about the Bible and I thank God for that. She taught by reading Bible stories and she always explained the meaning behind what she taught. After her lessons we all got to play Bible Trivia and that was so much fun. She brought prizes for the game and different things like that. I usually never won a prize, but whether she knew or not I was learning many things about the Bible.

My dad sang in a Bluegrass gospel band. The name of their band was The Harvest Boys. My dad, his brothers, and a few of their cousins all were in the band. I went with my dad to hear them sing every chance I could. I loved to hear them sing. Their instruments consist of the Fiddle, Bass, Do-Bro, Mandolin, two Guitars, and sometimes they included the Banjo. The Do-Bro was my favorite instrument out of them all. My Uncle Pat played the Do-Bro and he done an awesome job when he was playing. They wrote almost all the songs they sang and I have heard some other groups sing some of the songs they have wrote.

I remember one time the Harvest boys got a call from a record company asking them to go on the road singing full time professionally. They sure have always been great singers. They talked it over and decided to turn down the offer. They did it for God anyway and not for the fame. They decided it was best not to take the offer because of the different churches they attended, and the different work schedules each of them worked. They all talked about it and just decided that doing it for God was best for them and they will always have my support for the decision they made. Doing things for God is the best anyway.

Being raised up in church, I had heard of Jesus Christ all of my life. I knew in order to make it to heaven one had to be saved. One day I got to thinking about going to Heaven and realized I had never accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal savior. Oh, how I wanted to do that, so I decided I would talk to someone about it. I wanted to give my heart and soul to Jesus and make it to heaven with him.

One night I was on the phone with my daddy and I told him I had never been saved. Daddy being the Christian man he was got his Bible and began Reading me passages of scripture from the book of Romans chapter ten and starting with verse nine. The Bible quotes it like this, That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God raised him from the dead, Thou shalt be saved, (Romans 10:9, KJV Bible.) When he stopped reading I told him daddy I believe everything you just read to me. Daddy said, Let’s pray then. Daddy and I said the sinner’s prayer and that is the night that I thought I was saved. I know saying that I thought I was saved may sound crazy, but it is the truth. I will explain why I said I thought I was saved further on in the book.

Meanwhile, thinking I was saved Sunday rolled around. Back to church on Sunday at River Baptist Church, Rob our preacher preached to all of us and at the end of his sermon he gave an alter call. He asked the congregation if there was any among us that was not saved to let this be the time to come kneel down at the alter and make it right with Jesus. He kept pleading with us to come and give our souls to Jesus if one had not already taken Jesus as their personal savior. Thinking I was saved, I stood there hearing a still small voice saying, Now is the time. I gripped a hold of the pew in front of me and I fought the Lord Jesus that day. I would not step forward because the Devil kept saying, What will everyone think of you if you step out in the isle and go pray up there with Rob? I was too embarrassed to go right at that time. I did not give in to God that Day. Church was dismissed and we all went our separate ways.

We all came back to church on Wednesday for a weekly prayer meeting. When Rob gave the alter call it was happening to me again. It got to the point that I knew at the end of every church service an alter call would be given. I sure started dreading it because it happened every time. Every time I heard the still small voice I would grip hold of the pew in front of me and fight the lord once more until service was dismissed. I did this several times more and it kept happening at the end of every service.

One Sunday an alter call was given and I heard the same still small voice saying, This may be your last chance. I knew this was God speaking to me. I fought it until preacher Rob dismissed with the prayer. As soon as he said Amen, I just could not take it anymore, so I run up to Rob. Tears flowing down my face, and I will never forget that wonderful day, I told the preacher that I needed to give my life to God and I could not wait any longer. He read to me the same scripture my father had read to me, Romans 10:9 from the KJV Bible. It was right then and there that I give my heart and soul to the Lord Jesus Christ. This time there was no doubt I was saved by Grace.

Once I said the sinner’s prayer, it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. This was the best feeling in the world. This was the best day of my life. Having all my sins forgiven and Jesus in my heart was the best blessing God could have ever given me.

I will explain the fact that I thought I was saved the night my father had prayed with me on the phone, and why I said that I thought I was saved that night a little further now. I thought I was saved the first time because I thought all that one had to do was believe Romans 10:9 from the bible. Believe, Confess, and be saved is what it said to do in that chapter, but there is a little more to it. Many people may think they are saved like I did but may not really be. Believing and confessing is not all there is to