Jr. Part II: You Can't Live Forever - Softcover

Brown Jr., Victor C.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1449026648 ISBN 13: 9781449026646

Verlag: AuthorHouse, 2009

Inhaltsangabe

This book is about a person’s brain and how it thinks.  Consider the captain of a battleship in the ocean dropping anchor without knowing how deep the water is because no one knows the deepest parts of the ocean.  It is the same with a person’s heart.  What makes a man love and not love?  Or is there a compromise?  People go to psychiatrists to search for answers about themselves.  But then there’s the man who doesn’t want to know the truth.  The one thing the man knows is that he has a Creator greater than himself.  He can identify with that.  But he can’t identify to the world who or what he is.  This is what Jr. Part II is about.  Jr. returns to Chicago.  His friends and relatives welcome and accept him, but his parents despise and fear him.  Why has he returned?  No one understands what is going on in the depths of his heart.  Will he succeed in exacting his revenge?  Will he find peace with his Maker and himself?

Other stories in the continuing saga of Jr.'s life include:

-Jr. Smiled, which traces his early life,
-Jr. Part I  Men Die, Nightmares Survive, which follows him to war,
-Jr. Part II  You Can't Live Forever, in which Jr. returns to Chicago to challenge his roots,
-Jr. Lied  Perception or Deception, which finds Jr. in an unexplainable marriage, and
-Jr.'s Angel, in which Jr's chess game comes to an end. 

Other books in which Jr.'s influence is felt include:

-Darkness Is My Shadow, in which Jr. assumes the role of mentor and coach and
-God Had a Breaking Point, in which Jr. assists in solving serial murders

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I stayed away from the computer room and the file cabinet because my husband’s health and needs took a lot of my time.  But like a magnet, the file cabinet attracted me.  It seemed to say, “Open me.”  I opened the drawers.  The notes and files were harder to comprehend.  As for myself, I started to understand this man to whom I was married.  He can be so stubborn when I give him his medicines or take him to the doctor.  But I still love him. I know something the world doesn’t know: how warm his heart is.  I did not try to change him when I married him.  But I truly didn’t know what I’d gotten—he was then and is today a real mystery.  The file cabinet has revealed some secrets, but there are parts of his past no one will ever know.

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JR. PART II You Can't Live Forever

By Victor C. Brown, Jr. Joan L. Brown

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2009 Victor C. Brown, Jr. and Joan L. Brown
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4490-2664-6

Chapter One

The morning mist crept over the grim buildings, high walls, and electrified fences. Men were locked in this matchbox. This was where the "bad" were. The "good" stayed outside these walls. This was where Victor Wolf passed one year of his life. This place was not what his foster mother and father had wished for him. This was not Cornell, Harvard, or Yale. This was Leavenworth Prison.

In the gymnasium, a solitary basketball echoed on the floor. The man that pounded the ball did not do it with loving care. An evil smile encompassed his face every time he shot at the hoop. Most of the shots went in, but when they didn't, the man wanted to rip the air out of the ball. Victor Wolf had found another world: not a country, not a continent, but a world that was his and no one was allowed in.

A guard escorted Victor Wolf from the gym. After showering, he was returned to his cell. His cell gave him the right to talk or not, as he chose.

The time had come for him to return to the world of rules and regulations. He changed from his prison uniform into a suit, packed his valuables, and prepared to leave his sanctuary.

In Nam there were no rules and regulations for Victor Wolf. He played the game by his own rules. To him there was a coin with heads and tails and when it was thrown up in the air, it decided who won or lost. The coin was his philosophy: it was either right or wrong, there was no in-between. In his mind, what happened, happened. No one could stop a hurricane. No one could stop life and death. And no one could change the path that God had determined.

As the guard and the prisoner walked away from the cell, a strange, otherworld smile came over Victor Wolf's face. When they reached the warden's office, the guard knocked on the door. A rough voice said to come in.

"Well, well, well, our little Indian boy is leaving us now. But I have a strong feeling you'll be back in an institution within a very short time," said Warden Wilton.

Victor smiled. "Before I leave here, Warden, I'd just like to know, what's the problem. I never caused any trouble. And yet you've always got something nasty to say to me. What is it? What's your turn-off about me?"

"What turns me off about you? Wolf, I have a file on you that tells me there were so many opportunities open to you and yet you chose to turn your back on them. There are young men who would have given their right arm to have been an athlete like you. Your high school file says that scholarships were offered to you from some of the best schools in the country, plus offers from pro teams. But I also read that you always had to be the tough guy who defied the rules. I have the reports of psychiatrists, intelligent men who cannot figure you out. Some say it's because you were raised in a foster home. Then there are those that say you were born a bad seed.

"Oh, but you did play pro, just long enough so they could fire you." Then the warden smiled, "Or did you quit? You also were a good boxer, but you used dope to ruin that career.

"Your service report shows you didn't have to go to Nam. You could have played baseball at Fort Dix. They were going to send you to West Point to teach the cadets hockey. I don't even want to discuss hockey with you. I have a grandson who loves the game and you are an insult to it.

"The only thing you never quit was Vietnam. They say you were a good soldier, but myself, I think you fucked it up on purpose. The judges gave you temporary insanity. There are crazy people in this prison and they're not insane. But you're labeled insane? No, you're as smart as a fox. I have my own personal feelings about you, Victor Wolf. You'll win to lose."

Victor Wolf gave him that evil smile.

The warden slammed down his hand on the desk and shook his head. "Why don't I like you? It's because you had success knocking on your door and you slammed it shut. A man that's a waste is a man headed for trouble. Now get the fuck out of this office!"

Victor turned to leave. He stopped at the door and said. "Oh Warden, you forgot something. I made it in baseball and told them to get fucked, too."

The warden shot him a hateful glare.

Wolf was given the few dollars that the prison provided and decided to return to Chicago because the war of hatred wasn't over. The hatred he had for his real mother and father. He could have done anything he wanted, but all he wanted was to be a pile driver to prove to his real father that he was more of a "man" and could do things his father couldn't. He understood that in this day and age, it was hard to define the word man, but there were a few who deserved to be called men because of the way they made their living. Their occupation: pile drivers, the men that built bridges and laid foundations under the tallest buildings all over the world. They were a breed apart.

* * *

Victor sat by himself on the Chicago-bound bus engrossed in the farms, remembering his grandfather's springtime planting and the horses. The memories intensified. The unbroken horse that remained that way. The horse was like his grandfather: tough and mean, not kneeling to anyone. Then Victor thought to himself how that was a thousand years ago.

A woman rose from her seat and sat next to him. "Hi, my name is Dawn. I'm so lonely sitting by myself and since I saw you sitting alone, too, I thought we might have a conversation."

He said nothing, his face showed annoyance. Dawn was too dense to figure out he wanted to be left alone.

"I don't want to talk to those soldiers sitting over there," she said pointing to a group of men in uniform. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't want to sit next to a baby killer. Oh, I hope you weren't a soldier!"

Victor flashed her a smile. His brain was tickled and the sarcasm flowed. "I wouldn't want to be a person who had kids and couldn't take care of them." His smile became sweeter and more endearing, hiding his anger at her cheap come-on. "Actually, I believe in love and peace. I believe in the Bible. You know, turn the other cheek. Killing is evil. Men should make love, not war."

"Well, I guess there are still some good men around."

Once again Victor simply smiled. In his mind, he threw away Vietnam as he had thrown away everything else in his life. He really believed that, but it would never leave him. He never looked back.

Dawn persisted, "I'm from Indiana," and thus continued chatting away for about ten minutes.

Victor finally had enough of her annoyance and out of the blue, asked her, "Hey lady, what do you want, you want to get laid?"

She was stunned for a second. Then an eager smile replaced her shock. "Why, that's not a bad idea."

"I'll tell you what we can do. The next stop we come to, we'll get off the bus, find a motel, and catch a later bus."

Just like that, Dawn thought how clever she was to have snagged Prince Charming; he was such an easy fish to hook.

At the next stop, motel signs abounded. Victor helped her off the bus and waited while she asked the bus driver for her luggage.

"It's against company rules," the driver told her. "But okay. I guess it's all right. You've paid your fare."

When she turned to Victor and asked him where his luggage was, he responded it was on his back.

Victor and Dawn checked in. "Why don't you fix yourself up a little bit while I get us something...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: AuthorHouse
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2009
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1449026648
• ISBN 13: 9781449026646
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 708
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