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Hey folks! It’s Silver here! I’ve just finished my autobiography, SILVER 6IX: MEMOIRS OF AN UNCOMMON COMMON MAN and ordered a proof. Once I inspect the first copy, the book will be for sale at the following link:

SILVER 6IX: MEMOIRS OF AN UNCOMMON COMMON MAN

I have to give huge credit to the CreateSpace website, which helps make it easy to create a professionally-produced self-published book. And since CreateSpace requires a PDF of the book, I had to find a program that converted my Microsoft Word document into a PDF. Instead of spending over $300 for Adobe Acrobat, I found a free program at OpenOffice.org that creates PDF’s. Kudos to CreateSpace and OpenOffice.org!

So please keep checking back here for announcements on the availability of the book, and look for a new video to be posted on YouTube soon!

Have a great day!

Silver

Here’s a seventh excerpt from my book:

“I had gotten pretty inebriated that night, and had passed out on Martin’s bed. As I was asleep, Darnell decided to put baby powder all over my face. I kept trying to get him to leave me alone, but he insisted on pestering me in my defenseless state.

I finally decided that I wanted to go home, and I stormed out to my car. Darnell and Kelly trailed along, because I was their ride for the evening. Darnell kept telling me that I had to take him home, which was several miles north of town. I kept insisting that I wouldn’t take him home, and that I would drop him off in town somewhere or take him back to Martin’s. At first, we were joking about it.

However, after I dropped Kelly off at his car, the tone between Darnell and I turned more serious. We came to a stop light, and Darnell kept insisting that I was going to take him home. I once again insisted that I wouldn’t, that I would take him anywhere in town, but I wouldn’t take him home. I was sick, too drunk and not in the mood to take his orders.

Finally, while still at the stoplight, Darnell said to me “Shut up or I’ll beat your a**!” Without missing a beat, I replied, “Where do you want to go?” He snapped back, “Calvary,” meaning the parking lot of Calvary Baptist Church, less that a block to our right. I immediately made the right turn once the light turned red.

As we arrived in the parking lot, we both got out and Darnell came around the car and approached me. I said, “Hold on a minute, I need to take off my watch.” I was attempting a half-hearted joke, hoping that it would lighten the ill will we suddenly had for each other. That was a mistake.

Darnell continued toward me and caught me with a right. “I don’t care about your watch!” One punch, and my bottom lip was split open. That told me that there would be no more comedy. We clashed, and he got me with several shots. We backed away from each other, and then clashed again. I was trying to take him down to the ground, but he was too fast for me. Once again, he was all over me with several shots to the face. We backed away from each other again, and on the third clash, I was finally able to get him down on the ground and get on top of him.

I told him I wasn’t going to hit him, but he kept demanding that I let him up. I told him that I wouldn’t until he calmed down. I was too sick and weak to put up a good fight, and I really wasn’t ready for this spur-of-the-moment scrap. After about ten minutes, he calmed down enough for us to begin talking in a reasonable manner. The whole time, I kept expecting a police car to come upon us with lights flashing and siren blaring, exploding upon us in the darkness. But one never came.

I finally relented and told him I would take him home. We agreed to shake hands and reconcile, and let the matter drop, but I was perturbed by the defeat. It was my first and, to date, only loss in a fist fight. Unfortunately, the reconciliation would only last a few months. Fortunately, at least for me, I would get a chance at redemption the following summer.”

Here is a sixth excerpt from my book:

“It was about a month later, again on a Friday night, that I got a phone call at the store just like the previous one. Once again, there was no reply from the other side. Once again, I knew it had to be Lynn. Sure enough, a few minutes later, she drove into the parking lot. She was wearing a t-shirt and blue jean shorts, and looked great. She hadn’t been in the store very long when my parents pulled in to buy some gasoline. My two-year-old niece was with them, and they had been to the home football game. Lynn and I went out to talk to them, and mom and dad told her they were glad to see her. After they left, once again, there was just the two of us in the store, and no customers for an extended period of time. She sat down on a stack of pop cases, and I took my place behind the counter.

She started to say, “I came here . . .to apologize . . .” She began to cry, and I walked quickly around the counter and said, “Oh, Lynn.” I knelt in front of her, and tried to wipe her tears away with my hand, but they were coming too fast. I hated to see her so upset and wounded. She said that one of our mutual friends had pointed out to her, “Now you know how Silver felt when you left him last year.” I told her that I never wanted to get hurt like this. I could tell that the full force of what she had done the year before had come down on her in a similar fashion, but I had never wished it upon her. I consoled her as best I could, and even got her to smile and laugh some. By the time we were finished talking, I think we both were happy again in that moment. When she walked out of the store to go to her car, she looked back at me with the same beaming smile she had in the early days of our relationship.

I don’t really know for certain if her motivation was for us to get back together, or just her remorse for the pain she’d caused me by experiencing something similar herself. I never asked. At the time, even when the thought did cross my mind that she might want us back together, I probably would have declined the opportunity. I had been in the process of putting myself back together for a year, and, though I still wasn’t where I wanted to be, if she were to break my heart again, I probably couldn’t have taken it.”