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When Gucci Came First - Softcover

Williamson, MIA R; Jones, Kalico

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Synopsis

Kalico Jones candidly recounts trials, tribulations, obstacles, pitfalls and personal growth, in her novel, When Gucci Came First (True tales of a t.r.a.m.p). From the first page she connects with the reader by using inviting dialogue that flows smoothly, laying the foundation for a wild journey with a surprise ending that will make you rejoice with her and breathe a sigh of much needed relief. You will almost feel as though you are snooping in a private journal that is kept under lock and key and hidden in a bottom dresser drawer. Her fresh delivery remains consistent, until you turn the last page. At that point, you miss her and want to know more about the woman behind the story. When she is obviously in pain, you root for her to recover. And when she is off track, you feel like admonishing her for losing her way, almost wanting to shout, Stop the madness Kalico! Not again! This emotional battle continues and often increases in intensity, just when you thought nothing more could shake you up. The characters innermost thoughts are frank, uncensored, and truly telling of how she is thinking in any and all circumstances. Her delivery is laced with honesty that many wish we could have, but will probably never manage to have the courage to expose. The types of secrets she tells are the type which most of us will take to our grave - deep, hurtful, frightening tales that will bring you to tears and add to your understanding of human frailty. If you feel tempted to judge her behavior, you will regret it and ultimately feel ashamed for rushing to judgment. By the end of her work, her strength and determination to win a war is so evident, it stands up on its own and looks you in the face.

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About the Author

Mia R. Williamson a.k.a. Kalico Jones, now 31 and a mom with one child, resides in the state of New Jersey.

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Prelude... I can't believe I'm stuck here, in the house, with a baby, while HIS ass is out running the streets. I have no money, no food and I'm all the way in Spring Valley.

I called my friend Monet. She left her job and came right over, handed me $100.00 (of which I haven't paid her back to this date) and proceeded to give me the advice that every woman in my situation gets from that one girlfriend, who even though you are down in the dumps feels she has to give you in order to KEEP IT REAL...

"Girl you need to leave his ass!"

"This shit is crazy, in the house with a newborn and no money, he can't be serious!" she continued... "Where's the food? Where's the pampers?"

That's when it HIT me, my ass needed to put together that FUCK YOU money quick. I had to not only exit, but exit with a kid. Where did this go wrong?

I checked the time; it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon, is he okay? And if he is okay, where is he?

The phone rang.

Ring...ring...

"Hello" (it was Famous R&B Singer)

"Yo what up Kalico, yo "Wiz" (short for Wisdom), just left my house, he's on his way home, aight?"

I said okay and hung up the phone. I was on fire. How DARE Mr. Famous R&B Singer call my house to tell me that MY MAN was on his way home at 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

Where in the hell was he all night? I put the baby in her crib and waited for him to open the door. It's now 2:30pm and homeboy is just walking in the house! He's drunk and shit...looking pitiful, talking about, "I know...I know...I fucked up, I'm sorry...you mad?"

I took a deep breath, no this nigga did not just ask me if I was mad, he must have bumped his fucking head on the way upstairs. I closed my eyes and thought to myself...I should slap his ass but he's so drunk he probably wouldn't feel it. I will be calm...I will not hit him...I will just leave...I will be calm...I will not hit him...I will just leave...I will be calm...I will not hit him...I will just leave.

I looked at him and in a damn near whisper said, "Yes, I am mad, I'm furious, you're a father now, we are a family, this is crazy...I'm leaving!"

Two weeks later...I was gone!

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