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Hey World,

     I'm in need of a friend;  a real one.  Someone who can help a lonely, complex man finally find freedom and true happiness;  preferably an independent, intelligent, open - minded, mature, HONEST and RELIABLE, woman who's not into playing games;  one who believes in me, can love me for me ( flaws and all); and will be helpful in helping me find freedom and as much comfort as possible until I do.

    Look:  Race, religion, nationality is unimportant.  Just be honest, trustworthy, serious and able to communicate.  I'm interested in go getters only.  Please note:  I am Not, a goody two shoes and  (I guess) I'm not trying to be one.  I'm flawed.  And, I make mistakes.  I take risks, do what's needed to survive, and do not consistently conform to societal norms.  But, I'm a very, very good MAN - in every sense of the word.  Unfortunately, I'm overlooked.

     I just need/want someone who can ( or will seriously try to ) understand me, my circumstances and my life style.  Anyone who can love me at my worst, deserves to be there at my best.

     If you're a lying, half - stepping quitter, who can't be trusted or won't finish what you started - stop reading.  I'm not for you.  You don't deserve me, my friendship or whatever I have to offer.  It takes a special, certain type of down ass chick,  to hold a brother like me down;  if that's you - please read on.

     I'm 33 years old.  Born Aug. 15, 1976 in the South Bronx ( in the backseat of a police car).  My parents were raised in the segregated South;  but, I'm first generation N.Y.  I grew up very poor in an area that made President Jimmy Carter cry;  then, the birthplace of Hip Hop, resembled a war torn Iraqi city - it made New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina look like San Trope'.

     To survive, I've lived the life these rappers only talk about.  In 1997, I was arrested for murder, manslaughter, guns and drugs;  and  (drum roll please).....I'm not guilty.  I'm not saying I'm innocent ( who is?!! Are you?);  I'm just not guilty of these charges.  And, one day, I'll prove it.

     After being acquitted of two counts of murder and sentenced to 31 years for the remaining charges, the money went low.  I've