I found the inscription on the medallion shown above in the photo to be inspiring and true: “If nothing ever changed there would be no butterflies.”
Several years ago, I was published in an international magazine and was quoted as having said something like, “I was antisocial until AA turned me into a social butterfly.”
Butterflies are free and so am I!
On April 5, 2021, a doctor called me on the phone and thanked me for a personal magazine/book that I gave her: Essays & More Straight from the Pen. She said it changed her life by allowing her to understand more about how one’s experiences in life shape the person they become (or something along those lines. I’m paraphrasing from memory).
For such a compliment to come from someone as prestigious and intelligent (and pretty) as her, I was moved deeply and more thankful for her call than she probably realized. Knowing how busy she is in her profession and that she was so thoughtful that she took the time from her busy schedule to call me, meant a lot.
She began the conversation by saying she hoped that it was a good time for her to call, and by acknowledging that she knew the day was a special one for me (the last day I used mind-altering substances in 1995). Then she thanked me for my very well written book and for writing openly and honestly about the sensitive content from my past.
When I promised to give her a copy, I asked that she please remember me as the person she met versus the person she reads about inside the book.
I felt honored that she had remembered me as the man she met and was so grateful that she called to thank me for the truthful content inside the pages, a lot of which I am not proud of having done decades before.
People can change the same as butterflies do when metamorphosing from a caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly. Read about the man who did in Essays & More Straight from the Pen.
Essays & More Straight from the Pen by Wayne T. Dowdy
Essays and More Straight from the Pen shows the power of
change, gives hope to readers wanting a different life.
The well-written essays take readers deep inside the life of
the author who overcame circumstances and obstacles that kept him chained to a
life of drugs and crime.
The stories inspire and motivate people to not give up or
lose hope, and to fight for a new life.
EBook sales of my published works surpassed paperback sales in 2016. 2017 looks to be the same for eBooks. I have already sold more eBooks, so I delayed doing another paperback until I complete other short stories to combine into a collection.
April 11, 2019, Update: Guns, Drugs and Thugs: Drug Store Spree now exclusively available from Amazon.com as a paperback and as an eBook.
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Two of the twenty-one eBook retailers that receive my eBooks from Smashwords, are the Apple iBookstore and Barnes & Noble. Most downloads came from the Apple iBookstore. I have no way of knowing if those downloads were for reading on iPhones, iPads, or other eReading devices. Barnes & Noble placed second. (Smashwords’ sales exceeded Amazon Kindle.)
UNKNOWN INNOCENCE by Wayne T. Dowdy and my free essays picked up the majority of downloads from Apple.
FICTION CRIME SERIES IN PROCESS: “Drug Store Spree” is the first of my GUNS, DRUGS & THUGS fiction crime series. I’m working on the second short story now. GUNS, DRUGS & THUGS: PILLS & THRILLS begins with more violence than I normally write. Some readers commented on the violence in UNKNOWN INNOCENCE. This series will make it read like a love story in comparison.
[Postponed] The tentative completion date for “Pills & Thrills” is postponed until a later date. Read on for a peek into both short stories.
I wrote Drug Store Spree based upon real life experiences. Because of Son of Sam laws that prevents people from making a profit by selling a book or movie written about a crime they committed, I made a few minor changes to convert it into fiction. The setting is in Georgia, 1978.
Most of what I write in the rest of the series will be fiction with truth woven through its fabric, whereas Drug Store Spree is truth containing fiction.
The following is an excerpt from my latest:
GUNS, DRUGS & THUGS: DRUG STORE SPREE
“I wasn’t what some Americans called poor, white trash, but I never lived a lavish lifestyle. I did stay in some nice Hotels fucking and getting high. Anyway, my lack of funds prevented me from legally paying for what I wanted to shoot. I tried selling drugs but became my best customer. That’s how I justified taking them from drug stores, even at the risk of losing my life. I thought of robbing banks but from the way I saw it, if I robbed a bank, I would buy drugs with the money, so I robbed drug stores to shorten the process. I know that wasn’t good thinking.
“Truthfully, I know it was downright stupid for me to do what I did, and that doing so made me a predator, but I didn’t care about anything except getting high and playing god with guns. Every time I picked one up, which I did everyday while living the thug life, I knew I risked being killed by cops or by someone being a hero. On the other side of the equation, due to the life I lived, I risked being killed if I didn’t have a gun. I was sick and dangerous because my mind was burnt out from weeks without sleep and food, along with being sizzled from doing so many drugs. Most of my nutrition came from drinking chocolate milk because of only being able to eat a bite or two of a hamburger or other solid foods. When I began playing chemist by mixing preludins with cocaine, I became more insane; not exactly a high point in my life, per se, though high was how I stayed. Paranoia ran rampant inside my mind. With me carrying loaded weapons, Preludins and Paranoia were not a good mix. I did not hesitate to pull a gun on anyone acting suspicious. I stuck a gun in one man’s face for reaching in his pocket. I thought he may be going for a knife to try robbing me. He needed his cigarette lighter to cook pills. I felt so embarrassed that I gave him a free shot of dope. Paranoia saved me from harm, too. I’ll show how later.”
The following excerpt is a revised online version of the original manuscript. Please leave comment if you want to see this completed.
GUNS, DRUGS & THUGS: PILLS & THRILLS
Salazar gripped the steering wheel to stop his hands from trembling. The cargo meant life in prison if found. They couldn’t stand a shakedown. He whispered, “Don’t move. Here he comes.”
Officer Barge shined his flashlight in the rear window of the minivan, rented on a stolen credit card, before he edged toward the front of the vehicle. His right hand rested on the handle of a .40 caliber Glock.
Kager laid motionless in the fetal position to avoid detection; his finger rested on the trigger guard of his Desert Eagle .44 Auto mag. The projectile of the chambered round would disfigure steel or destroy any living organism it contacted. An old military tarpaulin covered his long-limbed, sinewy body and chiseled face. His face tightened as he held his breath when the light illuminated the van.
Officer Barge stood five feet from the door on the driver’s side. “Turn off the engine and roll down your window.”
Salazar obeyed. “What did I do wrong, Officer?”
“You failed to use your turn signal at that last intersection. I need to see your driver’s license and insurance card.”
“My wallet’s in the glove compartment.”
He moved closer to the window. “Do you have any weapons, drugs, or anything in the vehicle that I should know about?”
“No, Sir.” His heart pounded inside its cavity.
“Open it and get your wallet.”
Droplets of sweat gathered on Salazar’s forehead. “Yes, Sir.” His hands jittered when he reached to open the glove compartment. He remembered leaving his wallet at home. For a couple of seconds, he fumbled with the warranty and other papers. “It’s not in here. I must have left it at home.”
Kager wrapped his finger around the trigger.
“Step out of the vehicle, please.”
Before he could open the door, Kager slid from under the tarpaulin and fired through the window. BOOM! BOOM!
The first shot whizzed by Barge’s head. The second one ripped through his left shoulder, obliterating bone, cartilage and muscle tissue. The impact of the projective spun his body as he crashed to the ground. Blood gushed from the gaping wound. He grunted as he rolled over to un-holster his gun.
Salazar covered both ears with his hands. The blasts had made them ring. He whirled around to face Kager. “What the f***, man, you–“
Kager sprang to the front seat and shoved him to the side. “Move,” he said.
Salazar fell against the dash as more rounds from the Desert Eagle exploded in rapid succession.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! All three projectiles ripped through Barge’s body before his gun cleared its holster; two struck him in the chest, the other in the stomach.
“Shot, a, a cop. You shot a f****** cop. We’re f***** for sure.” Sweat poured from every sweat gland in his body.
Kager jumped out of the van to make sure the cop was dead. Assured that he was, he turned to face his crime partner. Damn, I gotta shoot him too. He’ll tell on me if we get caught. I’ve got to do it. Not now, though. I’ll do it later. “Let’s go,” he said, as he climbed back into the van. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here and ditch this van before someone identifies us or his backup arrives. We can’t afford to loose all these pills.”
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