This story begins in Detroit, MI. Now, for disclaimer I’m not going to mention any real names in this story.
It was my birthday, I just turned 18 years old, and I was a bit of a bad boy. My father is a bishop and had his own church. At the...
This story begins in Detroit, MI. Now, for disclaimer I’m not going to mention any real names in this story.
It was my birthday, I just turned 18 years old, and I was a bit of a bad boy. My father is a bishop and had his own church. At the...