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peered through its scope and
chambered a round when I saw Eliyah Golomb walking out of his
top-ranked record label. I could have fired down at him and watched
him do the shakey dance until he hit the concrete and bled out and
then adjusted my scope to zoom in on his FAT FUCKING HEAD AND SHOT
HIM AGAIN!
But I didn't do that. Because I had
discipline.
But I was standing at the window with my
palms on the glass, looking down at Eliyah's building, picturing
his grisly sniper death.
"That would be too easy," I said to myself.
"I got something better planned for you, Eliyah."
I needed to get started on
that plan, so I pulled away from the window and loosened my tie and
started sorting through my stolen bag of mail. For hours I opened
envelopes and listened to artists’ submissions on my laptop,
skimming over intros and skits and choruses and getting to the
nitty gritty, which were the voices and the passion in those
voices.
This was how I built Taylor Music Group. I
had an ear for passion. And passion sold millions of records.
But as hours passed, I was starting to grow
frustrated because I had listened to half of the submissions and
nothing stood out to me. Not one rapper or singer yet. I was
starting to wonder if prison made me lose my ear for talent, or if
the world's creativity had gone sour.
I sucked in a deep breath and let it out
slowly. This was a breathing technique to remove stress that I
learned upstate in a program that was mandatory after release from
administrative segregation. After a couple breaths, I felt
calmer.
And I thought of Sundi Ashworth.
I logged onto the internet and went to The
Site. Then I tapped on the search box and let my fingers hover over
the keyboard as I tried to remember Sundi's Site name.
Then it hit me what she
told me: My Site name is still
SundiTaylor718 … I didn’t change the Taylor.
I typed it in and punched enter.
When her face popped up on
my screen, I leaned closer to see if it was really her. I was taken
aback by her beauty, as if I hadn't just seen her in person. Her
elegance came across well in pictures, and that wasn't the case for
most people. As I scanned through her uploads, all I was thinking
about was how she had transformed over the years. Sundi had always
been cute, but now she was gorgeous . You could look at her eyes
and her poses and tell that she had unbridled confidence
now.
It sort of upset me.
"You just carried on like I never existed," I
said to my screen.
She had been enjoying her life while I was
away. That didn't sit well with me.
I kept flicking through her
pictures until I was years back into her timeline, until I came
across one that made me pause. One that made me very
fucking angry . It was a picture of Sundi and Eliyah Golomb cheek-to-cheek
smiling at the camera. There were people in the background so I
assumed this picture was taken at an indoors public event. The time
stamp said this pic was uploaded six years ago, which would have
been one year after I had been incarcerated.
"Dammit!"
I knocked the computer off
of my lap and stood up, hands on my hips. All sorts of thoughts
were streaming through my mind. She
teamed up with that white boy a year after I got locked up. She
couldn't wait to move on. Did Eliyah
fuck her? Did he get in her head like he got in my wife's
head?
In search of answers I
picked the laptop back up while still standing and set it on my
forearm for balance. With my other hand, I clicked on the picture
of Sundi and Eliyah. From Sundi's caption— just got hired by Eliyah Golomb himself as an A&R at
Mount Eliyah ENT, look out for me
hiphop world! —it was clear that this
was taken sometime after she signed on. I started reading the
comments.
Isabel Wright: Way to go Sundi!
Jordyn Ross: That was a power move, girl.
#EGENT is the biggest label in the world. Eliyah is a good business
man. Way better than La’Renz ever was.
Kathrine DaFireBomb Walsh: Yay! Now you can
move on from that graveyard
chambered a round when I saw Eliyah Golomb walking out of his
top-ranked record label. I could have fired down at him and watched
him do the shakey dance until he hit the concrete and bled out and
then adjusted my scope to zoom in on his FAT FUCKING HEAD AND SHOT
HIM AGAIN!
But I didn't do that. Because I had
discipline.
But I was standing at the window with my
palms on the glass, looking down at Eliyah's building, picturing
his grisly sniper death.
"That would be too easy," I said to myself.
"I got something better planned for you, Eliyah."
I needed to get started on
that plan, so I pulled away from the window and loosened my tie and
started sorting through my stolen bag of mail. For hours I opened
envelopes and listened to artists’ submissions on my laptop,
skimming over intros and skits and choruses and getting to the
nitty gritty, which were the voices and the passion in those
voices.
This was how I built Taylor Music Group. I
had an ear for passion. And passion sold millions of records.
But as hours passed, I was starting to grow
frustrated because I had listened to half of the submissions and
nothing stood out to me. Not one rapper or singer yet. I was
starting to wonder if prison made me lose my ear for talent, or if
the world's creativity had gone sour.
I sucked in a deep breath and let it out
slowly. This was a breathing technique to remove stress that I
learned upstate in a program that was mandatory after release from
administrative segregation. After a couple breaths, I felt
calmer.
And I thought of Sundi Ashworth.
I logged onto the internet and went to The
Site. Then I tapped on the search box and let my fingers hover over
the keyboard as I tried to remember Sundi's Site name.
Then it hit me what she
told me: My Site name is still
SundiTaylor718 … I didn’t change the Taylor.
I typed it in and punched enter.
When her face popped up on
my screen, I leaned closer to see if it was really her. I was taken
aback by her beauty, as if I hadn't just seen her in person. Her
elegance came across well in pictures, and that wasn't the case for
most people. As I scanned through her uploads, all I was thinking
about was how she had transformed over the years. Sundi had always
been cute, but now she was gorgeous . You could look at her eyes
and her poses and tell that she had unbridled confidence
now.
It sort of upset me.
"You just carried on like I never existed," I
said to my screen.
She had been enjoying her life while I was
away. That didn't sit well with me.
I kept flicking through her
pictures until I was years back into her timeline, until I came
across one that made me pause. One that made me very
fucking angry . It was a picture of Sundi and Eliyah Golomb cheek-to-cheek
smiling at the camera. There were people in the background so I
assumed this picture was taken at an indoors public event. The time
stamp said this pic was uploaded six years ago, which would have
been one year after I had been incarcerated.
"Dammit!"
I knocked the computer off
of my lap and stood up, hands on my hips. All sorts of thoughts
were streaming through my mind. She
teamed up with that white boy a year after I got locked up. She
couldn't wait to move on. Did Eliyah
fuck her? Did he get in her head like he got in my wife's
head?
In search of answers I
picked the laptop back up while still standing and set it on my
forearm for balance. With my other hand, I clicked on the picture
of Sundi and Eliyah. From Sundi's caption— just got hired by Eliyah Golomb himself as an A&R at
Mount Eliyah ENT, look out for me
hiphop world! —it was clear that this
was taken sometime after she signed on. I started reading the
comments.
Isabel Wright: Way to go Sundi!
Jordyn Ross: That was a power move, girl.
#EGENT is the biggest label in the world. Eliyah is a good business
man. Way better than La’Renz ever was.
Kathrine DaFireBomb Walsh: Yay! Now you can
move on from that graveyard
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