SOME OF THE
NAMES WERE CHANGED
SET IN THE SOUTH AMONG
HELLS ANGELS AND OUTLAWS
IT IS A STORY OF RETRIBUTION
THE SOUTHERN MOB
A LOVE STORY
IF I HAD WINGS
A COLD METH
DEATH AND LIFE
WELCOME TO THE FULL PREVIEW Of: IF I HAD
WINGS ID HELP THEM FLY
OR AS LONG AS THE VOICES SING This Preview is Copyright MAGIC Press, 1989 all rights reserved
This Full Preview is an important work that all youth SHOULD read!
Convicted and sentenced to 20 years for murder and drug running, Bobby The Wizard Rogers reveals His-Story from deep within the walls of a Georgia Maximum Security prison. His-Story of the Southern Mafia and its Methamphetamine labs informs the reader of the ease with which one can fall into a world of addiction, desperation, and lost youth!.
A true battle between Good and Evil (you may print one hard copy for personal use only!)
My sister urged me to read this book, for which , I am truly glad of. You see, after reading this book I realized I have a LANDLORD I need to be rid of. Without going in to details, I am traveling the same journey as the WIZARD did, with one exception, my journey will end on the first road, because I was fortunate enough to read about WIZARDS journey. My ten year old daughter, whom is already starting out on the wrong foot, will also benefit immensely from WIZARDS story, because she will truly have a mother now, (me) to guide her in all her choices she will have at such a crucial stage of her own journey, and believe me it will not have the same paths I have traveled in the past. I sincerely would like to thank WIZARD for sharing his story.
I think fate must have made me read the story
because while I was reading the story I found so much that I have in common with WIZARD,
the first being that my name is Doreen, only, I spell it Dorean,and I go by the name DORY.
If you could let WIZARD some how know I read the book, and though at the time he was
giving the name WIZARD, no one knew GOD already had his hands on the situation, because
GOD knew it would take a WIZARD to turn my life around, therefore, I believe he is my very
own WIZARD, who traveled the path long before me,to save me from the very same demons that
once posed him.I vote for If I Had Wings Id Help Them Fly!
. . .That there Widow I was tellin you about? Well, shes acalling again! Heck, her appetite is larger then a Baptist Church Choir at a Sunday barbecue! Yea, she didnt get her fill with Troy n Ronnie n Dean n Pee-Wee n Nolin, an all them other Good Ole Boys she done dropped into her sticky cauldron of pitch black eternity! Oh no! Shes afta me now!! Yea, Im a code five. . . Yea! A code 5 . . . armed an extremely dangerousimagine that? Yea, I aint a shucking you: got the DEA, FBI, GBI. Heck, I got all kinds of eyes out looking for this here Dixie-River-Rat! Yea, but I aint going downtown, hear me? No way! The only town Im going down to is Dixie-Town an holdin court in the streets! Yea, Dory an I got a pact, you know? Like Gramps Ole days of moon-lit running shine, were gonna drive this here Porsche under a moon-lit night a blazing away; yea, maken Damnation . . . sure that Witch Widows nest is sticky an red with a mess of them Blood-Shot-Eyes!!!. . .
.. . . Oh! Sweet Dory, MY Love! I am forced to remove even the temptation to recall thy soft caress . . . your sweet lips . . . across my sweating brow . . . even in dire pain of withdrawal, you, my love, were selfless in your endeavors . . . to me! . . . Yes, even when wracked thy self with torment and desire for the Widows call!! Dory, Oh Dory, wasted were our lives . . . not just cause nothing good came from them, for much didyou taught me love!but wasted intentionally was that love; but for our lust and trust in the Devils Widow Maker wed be joined as one. Yes, that Widows urge to get higher an higher off the mortal blood of our very brethren.
Yes, my love, my grief has replaced any happiness to have lived or to live . . . though the cage bars lost freedoms hopes, thy forfeit progress with mortal torment of wondering why and where are you nowif you happy an free . . . or in the Widows domain an her custody of eternal grief!
I drop upon my bended knees and cry tears of equity to join you in thy misery or glory . . . OH! OH! OH, MY LORD . . . HOW MUCH I LOVED . . . ONLY ONCE ETERNALLY! OH! LORD! HAVE MERCY ON YOUR CHILD, FOR SHE WAS AT HEART PURE AND NOBLE AS ANY OF YOUR LITTLE ONES! YES, IN HER DEATH COMES YOUR PLACE IN ME OH LORDTHROUGH HER GIFT OF LOVE I HAVE TASTED WHAT LOVE AN FORGIVENESS CAN MEAN!! TAKE ME OH LORD, TO YOUR BOSOM AND HEAL ME-FORGIVE-ME-LOVE-ME. . .