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Please read the entire blog, it's all me. A very true story.

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I am all moved on and loving my new apartment. It's located at the Aston Park Towers in beautiful Asheville, North Carolina. I am on the eighth floor.

I'm going to be honest, I am still heartbroken to a degree over Marie Camp. But now , I am moving forward, and getting money and going to be happy, if it doesn't kill me first. This is the new blog for Jey Pizzle. I'm picking up where I left off at with my other account I can't access. That was canceramorem, and I hope you enjoy.

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Well, I am moving into my new apartment on Monday, February 26, 2024. I am so excited. I will finally have my very own place. With it will come the perks of having an apartment. While I am excited, It is bittersweet. I am still in love with this woman named Marie Camp. Hopefully , she will be with me . If not, I will continue going to therapy. And I am sure that I will be the great artist that I have become-Jey Pizzle "Great Artist".

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

One year later.....

I'm back in Asheville, still alive. Still in love with Marie, will I ever get to be with her again? I think so, I know I will. Our love was that of epic proportions, I have become quite the artist . I have become somewhat famous , and was even on the local News . I also am on the cover of the brochure for the Aurora art studios art retreat on February 2, 2024.

https://wlos.com/news/local/asheville-salvation-army-shelter-holidays-christmas-homeless-man-battling-cancer-devastating-diagnosis?video=66e897566a2d4fc0a23920405f890f30

I will be continuing the story soon, about Jey Pizzle, and #pizzlelovedope

https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLo3UDhy0kheg8smBPVTs-NlkRsHqBHfWk&si=SsOcgGCczJapGRZc

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I'm going to skip ahead a little bit, because this next part is just too good to not tell the good people about. "The People", -my good friend Donny will laugh when he reads this. "The People" , means " The People" of the State of New York vs. Jey Pizzle , or in Donny's case, "the People vs Donald D***** III. Yes , as in an official indictment , arrest, attorneys,criminal justice, my least favorite thing Ever -JUDGES! the system, jail, trials , intent and four lawyers,Getting in trouble, got in trouble,and stayed out of trouble. (Donny gets out 2023 )

Now I am not trying to say that it's cool to get in trouble, FUCK NO!, I pray my daughter never gets in trouble. kids and adults- stay out of trouble, or as my favorite Aunt Nora ( she had the same name as my mom) would say - "Keep your nose clean". In other words, avoid police at all costs. Stay below the radar, don't go around and break laws, but if you accidentally do, then be good enough to NOT GET CAUGHT. And I don't know how many times I have to reiterate this-DO NOT SNITCH, DON'T SOCIALIZE WITH , HELP, OR EVEN SPEAK TO anyone that is a snitch! Breaking the law is one thing, but breaking the Law AND Snitching! No fucking way jack! if you get caught, just tell the truth , almost, or whatever you have to do. (DON'T do what, " Do-what-you-do, Duane-The KooK did, lying and snitching- the worst kind) . the main thing is, just be cool, even if you are traveling with kits or drugs and acting afool in different states. Like I said , don't go out being a criminal. But if you do get in trouble, keep your head up, and who knows, maybe you will be lucky enough to get locked up in a good jail. I've made some bad decisions in my life and I'm not proud of it, but I have 43 or 44 ar arrests on my record, criminal history, wrap sheet, or whatever you want to call it, Thats just arrests , NOT convictions. You see, that's how they get people, they twist the truth so it suits their needs. 44 arrests, but maybe only a dozen convictions, and they were all misdemeanors . I was never- EVER charged , arrested , or convicted of any sex offender type shit. Never! I was however, FALSELY ACCUSED, of a few things, including RAPE. I am not and never could be into rape. if a chick doesn't want to be with me, I'm not gonna go out and rape her. instead, I would just go out and pay or trade some shit for a sexual favor from a trick. A lot of being lonely isn't about sex alone, it's more like just being intimately close with a female.

It's kinda like how i met this " love of my life Marie". She knows exactly what I am talking about. I was raised decent, and it's just wrong morally and it's sick. I want somebody that wants me. get the fuck out of here if you thought for a split second, that Jey Pizzle is a fucking RAPE-O!!! ( That's what they call a rapist in New York).

So where were we now, oh yes , I got to the mobile home that Marie had worked so hard, and had come so far to get. With help from DSS of course. You know , the same people that help with food stamps and social stuff. like childcare, and medicaid. Back when I was a kid, they called it welfare. and at school , if you wanted to hurt someone'sfeelings, you would say " Your Mama's on welfare' , yeah, seriously, that would really hurt the kids back then, especially if your mom was on 'welfare' . Shit , in New York State, you have to be on welfare just to survive. It's so fucking expensive there, But anyhow, yeah , I was there. Freezing outside., it was just me and my love. oh , and a decent amount of shit for the two of us. So I did what any new resident to New York does, I applied for food stamps. Since her trailer was so far out in the country, I mailed the application in, and I still had my food stamp card from when I had been to Syracuse the two times before. New york gives you a really cool EBT card, it's got your picture on it and everything, so , I applied for food stamps and the next few days is where this love story turns into something more like a nightmare. But, my good folks, God Is real,and he does miracles everyday in our lives. God is great! Always remember keep your head up " -Excelsior"- Latin for"Ever upward", the New York State Motto.

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Ok, here goes.... Let's make this as special as it should be. Marie is the love of my life, or is she? Maybe there's some other woman, or maybe this story ends in a fucked up way. I don't want to spoil it. And who really knows what the future holds???

End of summer 2017

It was the end of the summer and I had returned to Asheville , North Carolina . It was August and within a few weeks I had made a a good friend "Gary". He was a 58 year old guy that was always scattered and dropping his belongings. I was homeless and so was Gary , so we became quick friends. Gary gets a check every month and also supplemented his income by other ventures , some were illegal and dangerous, and some were just outright crazy. Gary's family actually comes from old money, olde Canadian money ( that's where his parents are from) . Gary was born in Florida like me, another reason we hit it off so well. Two Florida crackers together , oh yeah, we can make some shit happen. I love Gary like a brother, but There's times Gary would embarrass me, say shit to me, and even get mad about those fucking dopewhores that were always in the picture. But all in all , without Gary , I would have never met this woman named Marie who I love so dearly. And I wouldn't have learned how to make the shit. It's kind of like a blessing and a curse, Learning that, I have seen a lot of things go wrong, people get strung out, die, fires and explosions, and then there's the police, and they fry your ass if they catch you with even a few of the ingredients, or stuff needed. This story is not about glorifying drugs, nor is it teaching any one how to make "GO". This story is for entertainment purposes only.- DISCLAIMER-

Gary and I had become pretty close friends, I would watch the camp while he would go to town. This was so no one would steal our valuable belongings and such. We had been making some medicine and were pretty popular amongst the local "pilfering gangs" . One Sunday on a crisp October day, I stayed and watched over the camp. I honestly was not looking for anyone to fall in love with. I guess that's how God works. One minute , I was happily eating cereal , and shortly thereafter, I was to be blinded by love. So..... I had been eating some lucky charms cereal that day in the tent. And managed to spill a few of the magical marshmallows. What happens next is truly magical.