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My name is Jaron O’Bannon. The last five years have been a lot to take in. In the process of writing, I lost friends and family to the street life. Being incarcerated helped me fin...mehr sehenMy name is Jaron O’Bannon. The last five years have been a lot to take in. In the process of writing, I lost friends and family to the street life. Being incarcerated helped me find my craft; I say it was a blessing in disguise. There have been times when I had writer’s block and was stressed out that I didn’t think I would ever finish the novel. If it wasn’t for my persistence and ambition, I would never have finished the novel that I worked diligently on. I’ve put blood, sweat, and tears into my novel. I enjoy writing about my environment. My life has been a bumpy ride and is something like a roller coaster; one minute I’m up, and the next I’m down. I’ve delved deep down inside my soul and realized that this is everything to me. But most importantly, I’m thankful to be alive today. I wake up and thank God. I’m thankful to tell my story to the world. Because coming from where I come from, there’s no such thing as dreams. In the hood, it’s easy to get sidetracked and lose your focus. I’m doing this to show the youth and people where I’m from that it’s never too late to dream. Lord knows I seen just about it all. I’m not writing this story to try and glorifying anything. And most importantly, I’m doing this for my son. Family means everything to me. And of course, I can’t forget about you—my love, my heart, my confidant, Teasia Montgomery. I miss you with all my heart and soul. I will always love you forever . . . till my demise. I’ll see you again one day, baby, when it’s my time. But until then I’m gonna hold it down for our son and make sure he don’t want for nothing! Rest in paradise, TA, I miss you . . .
My name is Shongi Fernandes. Where I come from, guys in the neighborhood have no hopes and dreams. At one point in my life, I was thinking the same way; all I wanted to do was hustle and gangbang for my hood. I’m from Boston, Massachusetts, born and raised. I’ve been shot and stabbed in the same streets that I write vividly about in an eighteen-month time span. The one night I was stabbed, I almost lost my life in the process of trying to complete the novel. My partner, Jaron, was sitting in the county jail, fighting a case while putting the final touches on the book. I was once a young and reckless teen running through the hood with nothing to live for. At that moment, I really didn’t know any better. But going to jail slowed me down a lot, and that is where I started writing our book with my partner. Thinking back on everything I’ve been through, I feel proud of myself and my partner for completing this series of novels. I’m just trying to make an honest living out here now and will hopefully be able to bring my work to life and life to novels. There wouldn’t be anything in this world I would love to see than to see Ain’t No Love in the Bean being sold out in stores; it would be like a dream come true . . . I hope y’all enjoy our book. You can contact me through shongif@gmail.com.weniger sehen