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Why does this keep happening to me?
Twice in two years in South Carolina? Coincidence? I think NOT.

Minding my own business and trying to leverage my newfound senior citizen status by writing letters, asking for interstate relocation assistance since the begging of this year, I am suddenly blindsided by the heretofore friendly apartment Manager/Landlord, three weeks ago, who apparently wants to kick me out! No reason given and apparently, they can DO this here in South Carolina?? My rent is up-to-date and never late; I’ve been a concerned citizen tenant and the guy spoke to liking me to give him a “heads-up” on anything that needed to be addressed (and boy, there were many in the past 22 months, including a deranged young man who tried to Bogart himself into my crib one Sunday night back in July of 2017!). It is a dysfunctional “community”, to my worldly, educated eyes and I will not miss it. However, to be given the bum’s rush before I have a security deposit in hand and a place to land?…

Hmmm, to me, a black American man, it seems like a remnant from the Jim Crow era is afoot; one that needs to be updated by eradication in South Carolina!
Some slow state; resistant to eradicate,
while latent lost labor legacy percolates
To this very day.
Therefore, I can’t delay

Any longer, when the current landlord is unreasonable and done a “180” on me.
I did nothing wrong to invite this. Time is of the essence with kick-out deadline looming on April 1, 2019. Too old, seasoned and good of a man to have to go out like this. Too bad I always seem to never have received the compensation my talents deserved, because if I had, nobody would be able to try and “handle” me like this now. No amount is too small.
Thank you.

**PickHit: Thanks to the South Carolina Human Affairs Commission, two local Councilmen and their Admin Assistants and The Urban League of Charleston I was able to buy additional time to move more comfortably. The new state I am in new is very strange and substandard in many ways, so South Carolina may see me again – permanently – if my First Time Home Buyer campaign at www.HomeFundIt.com is successful. [October, 2019]

SINCE November of 2009, when I began this literary exercise at the behest of a college buddy, I have been able to opine in relative obscurity, save when one would search the “About” page and as “obscure” as one can be on the worldwide web. That is about to change with this post. Life is a race against time and “time” always wins in the end.

Six months ago, in the late summer of 2016, as I was being “downsized” or forced out of the latest copier sales “telemarketing” gig by one small partner at NY Digital Products, I accepted an offer to work for what I thought was the company who helped me self publish my three books since 2010, CreateSpace in Charleston, South Carolina. By the time I arrived in Charleston, they switched me to the Kindle “ebook” training platform – that was the first bad omen.Fast-forward to Thanksgiving, 2016 when I was still living “Airbnb-style”, from host-to host, unable to find suitable and affordable housing in a nice, diverse neighborhood as I had in Nashville, Tennessee in the 2000s, I ended-up in a trailer park in Goose Creek, South Carolina and almost had a “Deliverance” (classic movie starring Burt Reynolds) experience until Airbnb saved the day and suggested several potential hosts, one of whom became the lady who felt my frustration and pain at having to move from place-to-place for many months and took me in. I paid her $600/month through the winter since November 25, 2016 for the room (shown on this profile). In February, 2017, her estranged husband returned to the house and the vibe changed gradually until he made it clear recently that the lady was not the owner of the house, HE is and he wanted to throw me out as I had finally been offered two jobs to get away from the Amazon Kindle gig which, unfortunately for me, did not work out, but left me behind on the money I was paying to his wife by five hundred, which he wanted immediately or I had to leave by force. The lady worked with me and I was giving her partial payments to catch up. He wanted “all or nothing” and it came to a head on Sunday, April 3, 2017 when he threatened to “remove [me]” and upon the advice of my Attorney, I called the police, who came and told him that “it doesn’t work like that”, he’d have to begin eviction proceedings. I do not want that outcome nor this drama and yet, nobody seems to be able to help me with a stable and consistent salaried job nor loan yet!! This is why I turn to my tried and true crowdfinding. I want to get out by April 30 so I can establish a base from which I can grow income from my creative callings and eventually apply for Social Security retirement. However, I cannot be forced into the streets and I want to give the lady who had stood by my side despite her husband, some money on my way to better days.
“Just last night she said about her husband, “Soon he’s going to put his foot down and you have to go…” I have no place to “GO”… [I remember that moment with hidden horror – 11.22.2017]
I need your donation today and no amount is too small. I can reward you with complimentary copies of my three books or an autographed DJ picture from my radio days. Maybe you can conjure a “perk” from me that would inspire you to donate massively? Just let me know. THIS…is an emergency. These are VERY nervous times for me. Please help.
Donate here Please Help Secure Me From Having to Try To Live In My Car

May all of your trails be smooth and full of the music you love,
“Cheetah” Naphtali Jimi B

PickkHiTT: I never thought that I would have to blog myself to stay solvent and off of the streets. Life’s a Bitch…

check out my musik-only blog at https://achilliadsmyvinylrecordshoppe.wordpress.com/

I was trying to raise, via crowdfunding on Crowdrise.com, or whatever means available, $20,000 to help Ukraine while exporting my fiancee, Nina and her ailing, elderly mama to the USA for better elder health care. Her Mama has passed away (June, 2015).
Things were on a fast track after our “Mind Your Heads” rendezvous (see other posts on this blog about that) recently in London, UK, and just when it looked like we could solidify our wedding plans and get Nina her USA visa, two new hurdles appeared: the Maiden revolution in Kiev, Ukraine and her elderly mama’s health taking a turn for the worse! If you have followed this blog for any time, then undoubtedly you know of our “Cafe` Skype” story…
Naphtali and Nina. If you are a newbie, welcome to our world!

her (Nina, my fiancee`) elderly mama was diagnosed with cancer, hemoglobin issues and a tumor. Nina is the only offspring. Her daddy passed away last year (2012) and I would like to be able to get her to the USA for better health care while assisting Ukraine freedom fighters and government in their struggle to fend-off Russia’s President Putin and his Hitleresque designs to deny Ukraine’s sovereignty. We need as much money as we can raise!

NOW…Due to recent events in Kiev and then Russia’s disrespect of the sovereignty of Crimea, things have changed… the crisis in her country deepened and I knew that I had to try to take some kind of action! First of all, their military defense needs financial help and we will donate part of what we raise here to them! Then on to those hospitalized and gunned-down during the Maidan protests in Kiev. Next, we will do a short documentary video (I am good at that, lol) to show the world why Ukraine matters (they used to have all the nuke missiles aimed at the USA, for-example).

Will the “west” stand-up to the latest “Hitler”-type, Putin, for Ukraine’s integrity or let Russian break it up like this? hideous redivision

So, What are you waiting for? You can donate online right now by going to our link and clicking the orange “DONATE to this fundraiser” button! It is easy and when you do, if you are not “anonymous”, you and your business will appear in the donor roll as a do-gooder, which is great publicity for you! Here is the NEW link https://www.crowdrise.com/adoptawar-affectedukrainianfamily/fundraiser/imijproduckshunz/setup_success/personal
You can also join our team to help me promote this fundraiser right on the Crowdrise page! It doesn’t get better than this to assist!

If you have questions, doubts or suggestions, then please use “comments” here to voice them or ask privately using the email address in the sidebar to the upper right. You can also contact us via our Crowdrise.com platform page (link above).

~ Naphtali
Pickhitt: How can we get this project in-front of those who actually have the money and desire to donate to it?

I’m so glad that at I can break into a sprint – ok a jog – around my little two-bedroom house when the urge strikes me here in my mid-fifties age, and without any kind of pain or discomfort. A lot of people my age cannot do this.  Even though I’m behind on the rent, yet so thankful to have a roof over my head; even though its a drafty southern cottage that isn’t heated like the brick and stucco structures I grew up in back in the northeastern U.S., it keeps the rain out and I can warm it up sufficiently for me since I’m a bachelor,  during this time of year so that I don’t need gloves, only sometimes longjohn bottoms like we used to wear in college on the track team, to jog about our assigned workout loops.  I just dashed in here to my personal “office” corner where most of my writing is done.  First from the bedrooom where the public television news just ended,  I pranced into the kitchen to spy which of the Thanksgiving leftovers that were generously givin to me yesterday that I wanted to sample tonight!  Then over to again ponder the contents of these three strange and mysterious boxes full of canned goods, spices, cleaning fluids, provisions and even a new glass oven baking casserole dish, some glass plates and matching drinking glasses that suddenly and silently appeared upon my reading stoop atop the steps that lead into my front door this morning.  They were not there an hour before when I had jogged out to the roadside mailbox to see if my small paycheck from my part-time job had arrived, and I am usually rabbit-eared vigilant about anyone tresspassing upon the property.  There is no note claiming responsibility for this charity, and who ever leftt hem was sneakily stealth and quick about their rounds.  The boxex had liquor brands on them, and at first I thought that this was the work of one of my friends who wanted to treat me to a Monday party – which I was not in the mood for on this cloudy, damp and winter-looking morn – I looked about up and down the street for evidence of mischief.  You see, I was on my way out to pay a couple of bills and try to get my telephone turned back on since Comcast had suddenly – uncaringly taken my land line “not in service” over a week ago and had since refused to admit their blunder, choosing to instead extort more cash from my already depletted coffers.  More on that later, I guess.  Comcast are cowards is all I will say, just like any of the big monopolistic corporations who try to squeeze the little person by the genitals until they bleed us dry. 

I wondered who, as I cautiously peeked inside of these three great boxes, who in the world had done this?  My ex-lover?  After all these drinking glasses looked of the style that she had given me last Christmas season, only bigger, and there even was a box of brand-new, modern martini glasses in one of the big boxes, the style of which I’ve never seen before!  Surely she would have tapped upon the door – or not, as I last told her I wished I’d never met her because she suddenly quit our relationship; It would be tragically embarrassing if somehow she had found out  about my recent poverty since our break up – maybe that was why she did it, I thought to myself because she never gave me a reason – my mind now racing to solve this unexpected mystery. How about a neighbor?  Some of these things are open like the Reynolds Wrap, and this feels like half-a gallon of bleach in this gallon container.  That’s right, bleach!   But they all seemed back to their work routines on this first Monday after the four-day weekend…I work mainly on weekends, and recently by telemarketing durng the days from my home, until the Comcast cut-off that is.   In any event, I didn’t have time to invesatigate further, so I turned off my car that was warming-up, took the keys out of the ignition so that I could re-open my now alarmed house and let these boxes into my front door, so that I could further examine them when I returned.

I just jogged over here to the computer to write this down before the feeling disappeared; I wanted to tell you about it since I cannot call anybody right now.  Sometimes I walk gingerly in my house; especially when treading back into the other bedroom which is my “DJ Room” or home studio.  There a wrong or too had step can cause a record to skip while I’m recording it to a CD.  That is okay when it is just for me, but evry so often I have a client that requests a copy of one of my now rare vinyls and I have to walk softly within a mean mix.


The recent National Football League Concussion debate seems to be drawn upon lines of gender.  I noticed that at the Congressional hearings, all the men doctors and experts were soft about the “need” for the NFL to get more strict about the “longlasting effects of the concussion syndrome” while the female doctors  and testfiers were more adament about ther being a “need for change” and the NFL having to “admit” to some nefarious wrongdoing for its players.  Could these women have been “football Sunday widows” I wonder?  I smell resentment in the air, and Congressman Conyers: what, didn’t he ever play a sport with a risk attached to it?  C’mon, lighten-up on this crusade and get back with the men! LOL  Nobody puts a gun to the head of a person who wants to play sports. It is a choice remember?  There is inherent risk in any sport we choose to participate in.  I can tell you about mine, if anybody ever chooses to ask me why I’ve named my blog as I have – but it isn’t as simple as you might think.  Nothing is just black or white anymore, including concussions to the dome.  This “saving ourselves from ourselves” mentality amongst our elected individuals must cease.  Life is about choices, and we all have to live with them – in my opinion.

Tiger Woods: Hmmm, OJ era lawyer Gloria Allred is seen with the super fine Rachel Uchitel (who I’d never heard of before by the way).  Pointer Sisters’ oldie, “Betcha Got A Chick On The Side”…an “uh-oh” moment…stay tuned…She IS way finer (on the outside at least) than his wife by the way – in my opinion.

Feeling spry at my age and being able to jaunt between rooms in the house is a blessing that many I have known wo are not with me anymore in the physical world or even some who are but in pain do not have.  My former girlfriend, who has kids to to feed, once encouraged me to get on Food Stamps as she is, being the little worker of the system that she is. I was a stage star who is still to proud and optimistic at my core to do that, but after we broke apart, I heard her words and did go to sign up at the local Food Bank – maybe they played early secret Santa Claus upon my doorstep this morning. Nope, I called there and they said they didn’t do any deliveries like that.   No note or anything, but my eyes and heart several times well-up to cry tears of appreciation for now my cubboard is full of canned goods, etc, and I can try to claim the wealth around me while meditating upon and envisioning my prosperity to come as I shed the poverty consciousness that my elders passed into my genes.  Soon I pray to be able to manifest, via my own power that just received an octane boost via the boxes, the creation of a  time when I shall be able to play the tithing role.

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