The NEXT EminemsRevenge book...
Topic: Work in Progress
There is no god but Allah
who has never begotten a son...

and no sooner had I said that I found myself writhing on the floor like Malcolm at the Audubon three years previously.
I remember one of the vets telling me that if you could hear the gunshots then chances are you would live, but the searing pain in my chest now made me doubt the sagacity of that statement as I felt the life ooze out of me!
"Stay with me Hippie Boy," I heard DJ say to me from almost a thousand miles away.
The shiny black face of my deacon who had the improbable name of Dedalus Jones had a worried expression on his usually sunny face, yet it still seemed to be pulling me up from the dark tunnel I was plunging through.
"C'mon Stephen, stay with me Hippie Boy...help is on the way..."
I smiled at this gentle giant whom my parishioners loved calling Deacon Jones, who was an inch taller and at least ten pounds heavier than the Los Angels Rams future Hall of Fame defensive end. While most of my congregation would more than likely compare him to Willis Reed, who could have almost been his twin brother, there was a feeling of expectancy amongst my congregants who hated the green-and-white of the Boston Garden basketballers but now seemed to be preternaturally falling in love with the Namath-led gridironers who bore the same colours that played in the shadow of LaGuardia Airport–even though the Jets were now 3-2 after last week's lost to the Denver Broncos.
It's funny that as I now entertained thoughts of meeting my maker all I could think of is whether the Jets could beat the Oilers later today, and I guess a smile broke through the pain as I recollected the former Titans of Queens beating the Boston Patriots in the town where Martin Luther King wrote his letters from jail that became a book. Yeah, it was probably the I-have-a-dream preacher combined with Owsley's "Purple Haze" that led to my calling...although I'm sure Jimi had a lot to do with it too...