POIGNANT STEPS ROUND MY STALKER

This story begins at 6am Halloween Day. The sun hasn't come up yet and I had a full nights sleep. The first good rest in a long time. I started thinking about my morning coffee and a project to keep me busy before the show. I decided I was going to make some bracelets to give out to the fans at the concert event of the year. I am still in my blood soaked beater from my Disco Bloodbath costume but the real nightmare was about to begin. I have never wrote about my real life stalker situation until now. I am breaking my silence because I have learned attention or no attention this fucker isn't going away. My front, back, and drivers side window were shattered on my car. I am so desensitized to shattered glass that my mind raced to wonder..."How am I going to get to the show?" I was completely defeated. This was a direct hit on not just me but The Electro Movement. Everything about the movement was leading up to tonight. I came to the conclusion there was no way I was going to go. Suddenly bracelets and music started to become dark. The Police Department did there normal absolutely nothing but something happens to me when I thought about what was being taken away from me. I think the Revolution starts when normal people stand up from the corrupt politics and government bullshit. I stood up to the officer and explained...if it was your family member that was being terrorized for the last 11 months...I am sure something would be done about it. The officer told me to move. I told him why is it because I live in the African American Community? I told him it wasn't the community that was doing this. It's nice to know that  being a coward compliments a cowards agenda. Honestly I don't want to leave. I try my best to give people an uplifting image with my music and style. Yes I am a little strange but I feel safe and accepted where I live. I never took stalker cases seriously when I read about celebrities being watched. I just looked at a stalker as an over zealous fan that just wants to be close. I was wrong. It's a disgusting pattern that is senseless and shameful for it's victims. When you have courts and officers that won't help what do you do?  Your friends  get tired of hearing your stories you start to wonder if it's all really happening or are you imagining it. This isn't a poor me story. I don't play victim well...it's just boring. I have gained something  unexpected from this situation. The father has become one of those repetitive words that was often a dream of mine even as a little kid. My stepfather has taught me more than my head could  handle at times. He has been my source of sanity throughout the madness. He has said all the right words to keep me working through the situation versus quitting. The lessons were always there even when I was teenager. You gotta understand at that time I still had hope that my biological father would step up. I am not putting the biological down he a good buddy and decent friend but a real man knows it takes more than that be a father. My stepdad did the best he could with the bundle of damaged goods that fell from the sky. He bought me my first pair of brand name sneakers when I was just a stranger. I think they were Reeboks but I got this black pair of British Knights in my head. My mind was so closed then. I can only imagine what I would have learned with an open mind. My point is quite clear. I may have been through some major obstacles in what is hands down the greatest year of my life. Those obstacles have led me to finding the dream of finally being blessed with a man I can call Dad. I my still call you from your government name. I don't know call it my stubborn pride but in my head and heart I am calling you Dad. This is the story behind the show and it's dedicated to you with LOVE.