Life is hell and then you die. That's my outlook on things most of the time, and it's got to change. My name is Timothy Joseph. Friends call me T.J. I'm a big and tall, dark-skinned and rugged young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Every day, I'm basically trying to make it in this life. I work as a security guard at Westgate Mall and take evening classes at the University of Massachusetts campus in Boston. I major in Criminal Justice. Lately, like most of you, I've been having a tough time. Lousy economy. No jobs. Increase in student fees. Anger at President Barack Obama's changing policies. Earthquakes in the Republic of Haiti, Chile and Turkey. Yeah, it's been a fucked up time for this brother. Which is why it's so important to stay positive.
Lately, my existence has been chaotic. My parents, Antoine and Ellen Joseph disowned me for being Bisexual. It's weird, you know. Theirs isn't exactly a perfect union. Both of them have affairs with other people. My dear old Dad has been banging Ashley Mendes, a big-booty Cape Verdean chick I knew back in high school. This chick is in her early twenties now, young enough to be his daughter yet my Dad is banging her. And he sees nothing wrong and un-Christian with what he's been doing. As for my mother Ellen, let's just say that she and her friend, Pastor Eugene Abelard are a bit too close for comfort. Yet in the eyes of the community, they're respectable people. He's a Sergeant with the Brockton Police Department and she's a teacher at the local community college. It's okay to cheat on your spouse and have public affairs outside your marriage but it's not okay to be Bisexual. Welcome to the Haitian-American community of New England, folks.
My sister Samantha is Little Miss Perfect in the eyes of our parents. She's got her bachelor's degree in business from Boston University and works for the Boston Public Schools System. I can't stand her. In part because she's always had it so damn easy. Tall, slender and light-skinned, Samantha is loved by all. Recently she married this guy named Jose Santiago. He's half Black and half Mexican. They met at a Boston University Alumni Association luncheon. The dude's a member of the local Chamber of Commerce and thinks of himself as a god. I can't stand either of these two. Too bad my parents worship them. It seems that I can't do anything right in their eyes. So to hell with them.
And I think I've thrown myself into these not so healthy relationships just to avoid that which truly troubles me. At my church, the city of Brockton's only Haitian Adventist church, I've been having a dalliance with this married lady. Her name is Roselyn Armand. She's tall, long-haired and dark-skinned, with a curvy body, wide hips and a big butt. Roselyn always come alone to my church. I don't know why. In the Haitian community, it's rare to see a sexy woman in her mid-thirties who comes to church solo. Well, let's just say that Roselyn caught my eye. I've always had a thing for sexy older women. Especially if they've got a booty like hers. I approached Roselyn at a church event and flirted with her big-time. This lady was hot and liked attention but she was coy about it. I could tell she liked me. Cause she gave me her number and then summoned me to her place the very next day.
The thing I like most about getting involved with sexy older Black women from the Haitian community is that they don't play. If they want you, they got no problem letting you know. I went to Roselyn's place, all fresh and looking good. Roselyn lived in the Hillberg area of Brockton's West Side. One of the whitest parts of this racially diverse city. I took the Bat Bus to her place because I don't have a car right now. My sister's girlfriend totalled it the one time I let her borrow it. I'm still bugging her for the funds needed to repair it. That's what happens when you loan a chick your car. She's going to mess it up because that's what they do.
Anyhow, I went up to Roselyn's house and she greeted me at the door. This sexy Haitian lady was looking really good in a bright red dress. She welcomed me inside and led me to the living room. I took a look around. Whatever she does, she must be making money because the place was really off the hook. I saw African statuettes, Caribbean paintings and other unique artworks. Roselyn sat me down in the living room and offered me a cup of wine. She wanted to know more about me. Not much to tell. I'm twenty three years old, a 2007 graduate of Brockton Community High School. I attended Brockton Community College from 2007 to 2009, then transferred to UMass-Boston. I attend service at Brockton's only Haitian Adventist church every weekend, though mostly to see my friends.
