Crossing Boarders Part 1 (eBook, ePUB)

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Six friends set out for a fun day of skating in the city of Philadelphia when they stumble upon a mob hit and get caught witnessing the shooting. They get chased through the city on their boards by three black sedans carying gun wielding mobsters. The busy city streets abd sidewalks have no pity for this kind ov action and death lurks at every turn. There's no stopping the gansters as they close in for the kill to rid themselves of loose strings to the murder. These poor kids are now caught up is something way bigger than they can handle and if they don't get some help soon they won't be comin...

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My mother got a divorce and my oldest brother moved out. Soon after, when I was 19 we moved. I had gone through several bands, several jobs and two cars. At 22 years now without a car due to a wreck, I had found a Job nearby and found a ride and saved enough money to buy a house and Lived there for a year and bought a piano and wrote scores of music. I could not sustain the mortgage payment on my own so I decided to rent it out with a positive cash flow of $100 a month. I went to computer school after a long internal battle between arts school or this, looking back I see now it was a mistake. But I got my degree. Shortly thereafter I met my future wife, she moved in with me to my small apartment of two rooms, 1 bath and a small old style 50's kitchen in the north east of Philadelphia in a town known as Willowgrove. I soon had tenant problems and was forced to evict them and move in to fix a broken bedroom floor in my rental. Geri my girl friend moved to my house with me and lived through the reconstruction of the bed room. Money became tight and I could not find a job that paid well enough to cover my expenses. Then was the best news of my life. Geri my soon to be wife was Pregnant. I was floored, I could not believe it. I wasn't ready. I wasn't scared but I knew it would be a task to prepare a house for a baby. We worked and planned and did all the things wrong that we wanted to do Right. And through the years that followed We were now a family of three. I had become a father overnight as it seemed it went so fast. I went into the maintenance field working on machines and developing a taste for programmable logic controllers and began a new fascination for technology. More babies came. I am now a father of two boys, Corey and Brian and Going from job to job in a harsh economy I found myself lost, searching and longing for the person I was. I am now 46, a Father of 5 boys, Corey, Brian, Tyler, Aaron and Dylan. I had sold my small house and bought a bigger colonial with a two car Garage, four bedrooms, three baths and I had good jobs for 10 years and a beautiful house in the suburbs with my beautiful wife Geri and a dog and a cat. And money problems you would not believe. I have not painted for 20 years and I wonder If I will ever get the chance again. I had always thought, what if I had chose art school over computer school would my life be better? But that was a waste of time. Knowing that I am an artist took a long time to realize what that means for me. Owning up to the responsibility for myself to continue learning to improve my skill In the different arts I am capable of so I can grow from sharing my art with others. Accepting of who I am is easy for me because I have always known I would go back to art. I had hoped I would have a steady income to feel more relaxed about the creative process. But without the drive to create an income from it I might not have the drive to create. Like those around me like my wife and my adult family, they are concerned of the facts that there might not be a sufficient income for my family, as well as I. Somehow I am on this path now and I can only thank God for this opportunity. All I can do is try my hardest to succeed. As far as my adult family they can have their reservations about it, but even after death it's still my life. I am an artist.