THE ORGANISM (eBook)

BUSARA'S GAMBIT

LEROY J BARRETT III, J.A.B.B.O.B. (Autoren)

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2022 | 1. Auflage
586 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-6678-1197-0 (ISBN)

Infos

It's always wise to fling the door open when opportunity comes knocking. Well, these industrious young brothers didn't have that kind of patience. They saw opportunity walking down the street and they mugged it. In this amazing true story, 'The Organism' describes the functionality of a wildly intelligent and abnormally disciplined group of teenagers. Back in 1988, Knoxville, TN wasn't ready for what this collaboration of enterprising young minds could devise but was forced to suffer it anyway. These college kids created a business platform that turned an entire city on its ear - while they were full-time students! The group was led by an extraordinary power duo. Busara Dizzy was the master planner. If he put it on paper, it was lethal. Sometimes literally. Motown was a Detroit hustler with a classy flair. He was committed to making money and very little distracted him from his mission. Together their cleverness provided successes for them where their experience couldn't. Along with Poppy, Waukee Talkie, B-Dub and Greco, these young entrepreneurs formed a brotherhood that couldn't be shaken. Oh, but it was tested. Scores of challenges arose, from outside their circle and within. Their crew faced a daunting number of obstacles; competitors, clients, police, other students and themselves. These hungry entrepreneurs bravely trudged through their perils to boldly reshape an entire city by introducing a lethal product. They undoubtedly had the wherewithal to bring the city to its knees. The question is: was it all worth it?

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FOREWORD

This text is a living exercise of how little you truly know about people. Though it’s a preposterous notion to believe we could have someone truly ‘pegged’, we can often engage in the habit of placing parameters of understanding around people. What they ‘would’ or ‘would not’ do. Who ‘they are’ or whom ‘they’re not’. How they ‘could or could not’ act. This is not a thing that is broadly done without some degree of thought. No, we go to extreme lengths sometimes to think we know someone only to realize later, in some starkly awakening moment of truth, that we indubitably don’t.

Of course, we have our means and mediums to attempt preventing blatant deception. Right? We typically get familiar and cozy with individuals before we assume we’ve got them down to a ‘t’. Sometimes we go through dilemmas, even rigorous ordeals, and those times make us certain we’ve seen these persons at their worst. Or we’ve, possibly, experienced them at their best. It’s highly probable that we’ve taken some assessment of them during our shared engagements, too. It seems ‘they normally do this thing’ in particular situations. They might ‘do this other thing’ in other situations. But, for certain, you pretty much have a handle on their decision range. At least, that’s what you think. Everything you believe you know gives credence to your character judgments. You move forward with those supposed understandings as a given because, to a particular point, their consistent actions encourage such thought.

A number of us often find ourselves, sometimes through careful and purposeful positioning, in a comfortable space filled with details of a person. We’ll get cool with their parents, know their middle names, birthdays, favorite foods or movies and some massive assortment of both huge and minute details. You might have eaten at their house, or they’ve slept at yours. Maybe you’ve shared a host of road trips where you endlessly pontificated about your visions and what life meant to the both of you. These levels of deep yet boundlessly open dialogue engagements and unique experiences create for us a comfort level of certainty about people’s character parameters. This is how we, so easily and completely, deceive ourselves.

This is nearly where I found myself with the gentlemen featured in this amazingly powerful but wildly unfortunate adventure. See, I attended college with these guys. I still share a timeless brotherhood with several of them that began in school. Of course, I now share it with all of them. But one of these brothers in particular was truly like my kinfolk on campus. Vastly more so afterwards.

We did things like break in each other’s dorm rooms, ate each other’s food, had dancing contests together, took out competitors in our craft as a team and met each other’s family members. This wasn’t an all-rainbows affiliation, though. Shit, we fought together (against other people), shoplifted food and clothes or dine-and-dashed together, too. (You’ll soon learn, we were city slickers in a very sweet and naïve town. We took full advantage of that). We did these foolish and mischievous things within our band of brothers and sisters. Our crew connected on multiple planes and we got along famously. Though it is true that our whole crew knew him to be the most mysterious of all people we were collectively connected to, there was a level of expectation from his character within that cryptic demeanor. Part of the expectation was literally that he would do things we didn’t see coming. Even with that, though, we perceived, well, I certainly perceived there to be some degree of moral limit.

This brother I’m speaking on was one of the most intellectual of our brother and sister collective. This fact was blithely apparent. However, his enigmatic ways kept him from being literally labeled ‘the leader’. It is my assessment that he calculated it as too visible a moniker for his liking, it would have impaired his ability to ‘stealthily maneuver’. Still, he was always regarded in the leadership when it was time to make decisions. This was basically maintained without exception. His craftiness allowed him to reap the benefits of leadership without ever officially committing to the responsibility. Like I said, the brother was quite sly.

He maintained a unique practice to ensure he was heard in such moments. Typically, he sat quietly through all deliberations, at least for the open volleys. He would, however, selectively chime in with some weighted angle or option that seemed to champion the moment. What he didn’t do was speak a lot in the group setting. This guy thoroughly understood the meaning of ‘less is more’ and frequently exploited it for impact. He was an intellectual to the point of cleverness and he wielded it well.

I must admit, I’m not the biggest people watcher. Certainly not back then. My personal sense of discernment was more a product of being an empath. I had a heavy reliance on sensing people’s auras, it kept me pretty lazy about details. Once the measure of a person’s essence told me they were cool or they sucked, I moved accordingly. It was a largely accurate system; I was scarcely surprised.

So, this guy read… all over the meter. The most consistent outlying factor about him early was some degree of loyalty. He was, undoubtedly, a team player. This was immediately made obvious, the largest bulk of his choices steadily reaffirmed it. He made a plethora of self-gain-motivated choices, obviously, but they were basically never the ‘betray the team’-type. There are levels of selfishness that are central to having gains in life, he was rarely outside of those bounds of necessity.

He also had an incredibly skilled and seemingly effortless way of leveraging assets around him for gain. Whenever we got in a jam or got hung up on an idea, he would manage to see an exit where it wasn’t apparent to anyone else. Then he would present it matter-of-factly; never arrogant or snide. It really appeared that while the rest of us were cleverly playing checkers, he had a game of thermonuclear war going on and kept making bombs on the sly. That’s just how adept he was at smartly utilizing apparent elements to which we lent little or no value. He was always impressive like that.

Despite how covert and sly that may seem, his heart was apparent. I don’t think I’d ever witnessed him aiming to damage someone. Now, some-thing? Absolutely! When you’re talking about an organization or a corporation, psssht, he had little regard for entities. Usually, they were the targets of his best inscrutability. It was his habit to test how drastically dramatic a thing he could pull off against entities. Yeah, he was a fan of seeing how much he could get away with. You could call him a mental daredevil, if you will. Despite this truth, he looked out for people frequently. When he was approached with a need, he typically exhausted himself to help find a resolution for the petitioner. He wasn’t a touchy-feely, openly emotional guy but his actions made clear that he cared.

This guy was, and is, like all of us, a veritable collage of both ends and all the middles of the character spectrum. On one hand, his family upbringing was an incredibly spiritual world. He was literally big brother to many, and it shone through in his leadership abilities. On the other hand, he was from my crib and Detroit was not for the faint of heart. Sometimes you had to be equipped with a shady move or two just to make it to see the next day. Home wasn’t always like that but you could easily find yourself in a place where life and death decisions were immediate. Knowing he bore this mix as his person, among quite a few more details, I figured I had a lot of reason to believe I knew him well. It should certainly seem like it, right? For a man who didn’t clock details of individuals, I could run off an awful long list of things about this guy that I learned from mere observation – that I wasn’t attempting to catalogue. My description of detail exhibits the fact that we don’t share a shallow connection.

Still, I knew nothing.

He and I spent more than two years together in an extremely close-knit organization. He was a sophomore when I arrived, so he largely showed me the ropes on campus, even. He and his then-roommate were essentially guides for my roommate and me. They were actually our unofficial ‘big brothers’ on the Yard (campus). Truly, in my erroneous estimation, there was reason to believe I had a grasp on the measure of this guy.

Through the course of that nearly three-year period, he was involved in the Organism operation the entire time. I didn’t have an inkling of what he was up to, and he was up to a whole damned lot! Honestly, if you asked me if he was capable of being a cog in such a team, I would have found it easy to believe. He was sorta anti-establishment, he thrived on mischief and relished in testing his mettle. It was already discussed that he was also incredibly intelligent. Yeah, I would have assuredly said he was capable, if I were asked.

But would he? He was a damned mortuary sciences major, man. Dude planned on banking at a morgue somewhere, embalming dead folk. That added a whole different element to his mysteriousness – damned near made him spooky. I guess you could view that with a bit of morbidity, true, but not from the angle that he would supply something that literally killed people. Once you consider his largely anti-active career choice, such a...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 20.5.2022
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Biografien / Erfahrungsberichte
• ISBN-10: 1-6678-1197-5 / 1667811975
• ISBN-13: 978-1-6678-1197-0 / 9781667811970