My cousin Wolf was a victim of gun violence at this very spot here in Atlanta, Ga. The killer was never found. This was my uncle Clarence B.K.A uncle Honey’s only son. This was extremely devastating to him as a father and out family.
My uncle Honey was the originator of having gold teeth with diamonds on them. It was a family tradition that once we turn 16yrs old everyone would get a gold tooth. Unfortunately, I chose not to.
Recently, I was talking to my cousin Sharian B.K.A Cookie. She told me that her dad, my uncle Honey was so evil that he shot my auntie Maebell for some crazy reason. My uncle Honey got into a fight as a teenager and cut the ear off of someone with a milk carton.
All I have are good memories about my Uncle Honey. Yes, I tasted moonshine from Lagrange at our family BBQ. I’ve even cleaned fish after he came back from West Point, Georgia before a fish fry. My uncle Honey was always nice to me. He would let me use his Tussy deodorant when I left mines at home. I don’t ever remember my uncle ever going to church or reading a Bible. All I know is he always stayed strapped.
Back in the day, this spot, was a funeral home. Now today, it’s VEO. I have been to this spot to gather information to give to homeless veterans.
Also, I’ve given this information to a Amira Greene whose a member of William Murphy’s church The dReam Center. For some awesome reason, they had an event promoting resources in the community and I helped he find this one.
Have a Bodacious and Miraculous Day!
