[div align=\\\"center\\\"]The Origins of the Hendrix Brothers
It all started in a small city in the North East, where the boys' father Kevin Hendrix met a beautiful woman working on her degree at the local university.
Kevin had spent a lot of time between jobs and moving around the country, he knew it was time to lock in and start his own family, as he grew up in group homes and foster care. He needed to find a woman to hold him down, so when his gaze met Kendra Smith's, she looked like the most beautiful woman Kevin had ever laid eyes on. Maybe it was fate or destiny, maybe it wasn't. The only thing that was certain was Kevin was going to do everything in his power to make this woman fall in love with him. He knew he had to at least try, anyways.
The setting was a pizza joint/bar in Burlington, early winter of 1993.
Kevin was sipping on a Coca-Cola reading about the Bills blowing it to the Cowboys 52-17 in Super Bowl XXVII after losing to the Redskins the year before. He could hardly believe the Bills lost again, little did he know they were just getting started as historic losers. He looked up from the sports journalism to see Kendra alone in a booth, twiddling her thumbs and looking very bored. This was a pretty good opportunity to slide in, so Kevin ordered another Coke and handed it off to Kendra as he parked across the table from her and introduced himself. He was very charming for his background and upbringing, not really knowing he had a way with the ladies because he lacked confidence usually. Kendra seemed very into him, too, despite noticing he looked pretty rough around the edges... They had a pretty long conversation about the police officers on trial for beating Rodney King before Kevin decided to ask her out. Kendra, feeling a bit apprehensive and caught off guard, reluctantly said no and that now was a bad time. She was not lying, she was slipping behind in some of her classes having just gotten her mid-term grades back. Her wasn't looking too hot so she had to turn his request down.
Kevin took this personally.
An insecure fellow, he always seemed down and out and was hard on himself. He never really knew who he was before in his life, just woke up everyday and worked his ass off just for a pot to piss in. That was his only identity. He walked home in the freezing cold during an ice storm. He stopped to look at his own reflection in a storefront window and stood there for what felt like eternity, just staring at himself. Who was he? He looked like a bum, he worked hard at odd jobs just to get laid off or framed for something eventually. His clothes had tears, his hands were chewed up with blisters and cuts, and his eyes were sunken from sleep deprivation. He was nothin but a piece of trash in a world where a black man was considered a gangster regardless of his background. This was the crossroads for him... he decided to just turn to the life of crime since this is the way society looked at him. Society had pushed him to this ultimatum, his back had been against the wall far too long. How else would he get ahead?
Being from the city, Kevin had connects who were willing to front him the stuff and he would traffic the product back up into rural Vermont.
He would simply do things the safe way and took the Greyhound from Harlem all the way to the small Vermont city. In a college town, there's an everlasting demand for whatever kids can get their hands on. Kevin looked to profit off of this lifestyle, as it was the quickest way to get a grip on a paperstack and pull himself up to a respectable rung on society's ladder. His only goal was to start something... anything. Even a family that had to go on without him was better than nothing, so he sacrificed and made questionable decisions in an attempt to gain wealth and respect in town.
A few months of the hustling paid off, as Kevin was able to buy his own sportscar, jewelry, several Adidas jumpsuits, and what all dealers needed at the time -- he picked himself up a .357 Smith & Wesson... he meant business as he rose to the top of the game almost overnight. He now knew he had a better chance to get that beautiful woman he saw. Kendra. Kevin had wet dreams of her everynight, it wasn't long before they crossed paths again on a busy night in early May.
Kendra just happened to be at a local bar Kevin met customers at, as finals were now over and she had somehow passed her courses.
She was ready to move out of the dorms and find a place for the summer, now having her associates degree in Liberal Arts. Kevin came waltzing into the bar like an absolute gangster and the lovebirds locked eyes. Kendra didn't even remember him, actually. Kevin didn't say anything... he didn't want her to know he was the homeless looking pile of human scum who approached her a few months before. This time he had swagger and looked like a million bucks. Wearing nothing but suede, he approached Kendra with a diddy-bop in his step and put his arm around her. "Hey baby, haven't seen you around before". This sparked another long conversation. The chemistry was definitely pretty serious -- not like one of those children's chemistry kits, but more like an actual chemlab. They talked for hours and walked hand-in-hand to the local Burlington waterfront. Kendra mentioned she needed a place to stay for the summer, and Kevin just happened to be the high bidder on a nice condo right on the waterfront, a 5 minute walk from where they were. He finally finished furnishing the place and felt comfortable having guests now, so he pointed it out to her... "Yup, all the way up. See that naked guy? Well I think that's my neighbor so a balcony to the right. Nice ain't it?" Kendra was impressed, she knew a jabroni couldn't just get his foot in the door there. Kendra was excited and begged Kevin to show her his place, so Kevin threw her on his back and carried her all the way up the hill and up several flights of stairs before they made love and passed out. This was the night Kendrick and Kurt were most likely 'created'.
The two spent several weeks together, deeply in love.
They did just about everything any new couple would've done and spent most of their time getting frisky. In this time, Kevin's work as a dealer kinda tapered off, trying to balance his love life and slinging, he began operating a bit differently and doing late-night sales to some locals.
This sounds like a pretty good story so far, the bad part was just waiting to creep its dark ominous head out from around the corner.
Bad fortune struck one night as Kevin was making his new rounds on campus during summer break. A couple cholos who had presumebly been there as contractors constructing a new dormitory drew knives on Kevin claiming he shorted them about a nostril's worth of the good stuff recently. It was a tense situation and Kevin even offered to settle the score for them with a free bag, but Kevin wasn't no coward... The Cholos made a move and Kevin had that .357 AND a new .38 tucked under his gucci belt that night. He went akimbo on those Cholo-bozos, witnesses reporting it was like Stallone met Pacino, Kevin fired every round in both revolvers as his enemies lay on the pavement twitching and coughing up blood.
Kevin, while booking it across town, had the idea of jumping in a boat at the waterfront.
His idea was to hotwire the boat and drive through Lake Champlain, eventually joining the Hudson river before making his way south to NYC. His plan was to lay low in the Bronx. This proved to be a terrible idea, though, as he ended up driving the boat ashore and straight into the home of an off-duty sheriff. Kevin saw his life go down the drain at this very moment... he was arrested and detained, eventually charged and found guilty of 2nd degree murder on 3 individuals. Kevin plead his case and claimed it was self-defense, but this was not the time to do so, as the crack epidemic had begun encroaching on suburbs and rural towns. The jury chose unanimously to lock him up for life without parole, and they threw away the key.
At this point, he left behind a pregnant Kendra, not even having the chance to marry her yet.
He felt awful and instead of feeling sorry for himself, spent his time behind bars trying to figure out a way to make things right and help Kendra. He told her about a safe he had burried about 20 miles into the woods in the outskirts of town, and gave her an encrypted set of instructions to find the safe and unlock it. She found $150,000 inside, enough for a small farmhouse and leftover savings for emergencies. This is where the Hendrix brothers would grow up and blaze their own trail.
1572 words
split earnings with @HENDRIX[/div]
It all started in a small city in the North East, where the boys' father Kevin Hendrix met a beautiful woman working on her degree at the local university.
Kevin had spent a lot of time between jobs and moving around the country, he knew it was time to lock in and start his own family, as he grew up in group homes and foster care. He needed to find a woman to hold him down, so when his gaze met Kendra Smith's, she looked like the most beautiful woman Kevin had ever laid eyes on. Maybe it was fate or destiny, maybe it wasn't. The only thing that was certain was Kevin was going to do everything in his power to make this woman fall in love with him. He knew he had to at least try, anyways.
The setting was a pizza joint/bar in Burlington, early winter of 1993.
Kevin was sipping on a Coca-Cola reading about the Bills blowing it to the Cowboys 52-17 in Super Bowl XXVII after losing to the Redskins the year before. He could hardly believe the Bills lost again, little did he know they were just getting started as historic losers. He looked up from the sports journalism to see Kendra alone in a booth, twiddling her thumbs and looking very bored. This was a pretty good opportunity to slide in, so Kevin ordered another Coke and handed it off to Kendra as he parked across the table from her and introduced himself. He was very charming for his background and upbringing, not really knowing he had a way with the ladies because he lacked confidence usually. Kendra seemed very into him, too, despite noticing he looked pretty rough around the edges... They had a pretty long conversation about the police officers on trial for beating Rodney King before Kevin decided to ask her out. Kendra, feeling a bit apprehensive and caught off guard, reluctantly said no and that now was a bad time. She was not lying, she was slipping behind in some of her classes having just gotten her mid-term grades back. Her wasn't looking too hot so she had to turn his request down.
Kevin took this personally.
An insecure fellow, he always seemed down and out and was hard on himself. He never really knew who he was before in his life, just woke up everyday and worked his ass off just for a pot to piss in. That was his only identity. He walked home in the freezing cold during an ice storm. He stopped to look at his own reflection in a storefront window and stood there for what felt like eternity, just staring at himself. Who was he? He looked like a bum, he worked hard at odd jobs just to get laid off or framed for something eventually. His clothes had tears, his hands were chewed up with blisters and cuts, and his eyes were sunken from sleep deprivation. He was nothin but a piece of trash in a world where a black man was considered a gangster regardless of his background. This was the crossroads for him... he decided to just turn to the life of crime since this is the way society looked at him. Society had pushed him to this ultimatum, his back had been against the wall far too long. How else would he get ahead?
Being from the city, Kevin had connects who were willing to front him the stuff and he would traffic the product back up into rural Vermont.
He would simply do things the safe way and took the Greyhound from Harlem all the way to the small Vermont city. In a college town, there's an everlasting demand for whatever kids can get their hands on. Kevin looked to profit off of this lifestyle, as it was the quickest way to get a grip on a paperstack and pull himself up to a respectable rung on society's ladder. His only goal was to start something... anything. Even a family that had to go on without him was better than nothing, so he sacrificed and made questionable decisions in an attempt to gain wealth and respect in town.
A few months of the hustling paid off, as Kevin was able to buy his own sportscar, jewelry, several Adidas jumpsuits, and what all dealers needed at the time -- he picked himself up a .357 Smith & Wesson... he meant business as he rose to the top of the game almost overnight. He now knew he had a better chance to get that beautiful woman he saw. Kendra. Kevin had wet dreams of her everynight, it wasn't long before they crossed paths again on a busy night in early May.
Kendra just happened to be at a local bar Kevin met customers at, as finals were now over and she had somehow passed her courses.
She was ready to move out of the dorms and find a place for the summer, now having her associates degree in Liberal Arts. Kevin came waltzing into the bar like an absolute gangster and the lovebirds locked eyes. Kendra didn't even remember him, actually. Kevin didn't say anything... he didn't want her to know he was the homeless looking pile of human scum who approached her a few months before. This time he had swagger and looked like a million bucks. Wearing nothing but suede, he approached Kendra with a diddy-bop in his step and put his arm around her. "Hey baby, haven't seen you around before". This sparked another long conversation. The chemistry was definitely pretty serious -- not like one of those children's chemistry kits, but more like an actual chemlab. They talked for hours and walked hand-in-hand to the local Burlington waterfront. Kendra mentioned she needed a place to stay for the summer, and Kevin just happened to be the high bidder on a nice condo right on the waterfront, a 5 minute walk from where they were. He finally finished furnishing the place and felt comfortable having guests now, so he pointed it out to her... "Yup, all the way up. See that naked guy? Well I think that's my neighbor so a balcony to the right. Nice ain't it?" Kendra was impressed, she knew a jabroni couldn't just get his foot in the door there. Kendra was excited and begged Kevin to show her his place, so Kevin threw her on his back and carried her all the way up the hill and up several flights of stairs before they made love and passed out. This was the night Kendrick and Kurt were most likely 'created'.
The two spent several weeks together, deeply in love.
They did just about everything any new couple would've done and spent most of their time getting frisky. In this time, Kevin's work as a dealer kinda tapered off, trying to balance his love life and slinging, he began operating a bit differently and doing late-night sales to some locals.
This sounds like a pretty good story so far, the bad part was just waiting to creep its dark ominous head out from around the corner.
Bad fortune struck one night as Kevin was making his new rounds on campus during summer break. A couple cholos who had presumebly been there as contractors constructing a new dormitory drew knives on Kevin claiming he shorted them about a nostril's worth of the good stuff recently. It was a tense situation and Kevin even offered to settle the score for them with a free bag, but Kevin wasn't no coward... The Cholos made a move and Kevin had that .357 AND a new .38 tucked under his gucci belt that night. He went akimbo on those Cholo-bozos, witnesses reporting it was like Stallone met Pacino, Kevin fired every round in both revolvers as his enemies lay on the pavement twitching and coughing up blood.
Kevin, while booking it across town, had the idea of jumping in a boat at the waterfront.
His idea was to hotwire the boat and drive through Lake Champlain, eventually joining the Hudson river before making his way south to NYC. His plan was to lay low in the Bronx. This proved to be a terrible idea, though, as he ended up driving the boat ashore and straight into the home of an off-duty sheriff. Kevin saw his life go down the drain at this very moment... he was arrested and detained, eventually charged and found guilty of 2nd degree murder on 3 individuals. Kevin plead his case and claimed it was self-defense, but this was not the time to do so, as the crack epidemic had begun encroaching on suburbs and rural towns. The jury chose unanimously to lock him up for life without parole, and they threw away the key.
At this point, he left behind a pregnant Kendra, not even having the chance to marry her yet.
He felt awful and instead of feeling sorry for himself, spent his time behind bars trying to figure out a way to make things right and help Kendra. He told her about a safe he had burried about 20 miles into the woods in the outskirts of town, and gave her an encrypted set of instructions to find the safe and unlock it. She found $150,000 inside, enough for a small farmhouse and leftover savings for emergencies. This is where the Hendrix brothers would grow up and blaze their own trail.
1572 words
split earnings with @HENDRIX[/div]
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[div align=center][span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%']Player[/span] || Draft Profile || Updates
[div align=center][SELECT style="background-color:black; color:brown; font-family:Arial; font-size: 16px; width: 400px; "][br][OPTION]Kendrick Hendrix || Colorado Yeti WR || 304 TPE
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-Drafted #46 Overall by Colorado
[OPTION]-Height: 6'1'' || Weight: 202 lbs
[OPTION]-Number: 83
[OPTION]-Type: Route-Runner
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-Skills:
[OPTION]-Speed: 87 || Agility: 80 || Hands: 77
[OPTION]-Endurance: 70
[OPTION]-Intelligence: 58
[OPTION]-Strength: 50
[OPTION]-Run-Block: 23 || Pass-Block: 16
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-S1 Stats: **Pro-Bowler**
[OPTION]-Record: 8-6 || Targets: 110
[OPTION]-Receptions: 69 || Drops: 28
[OPTION]-Rec. Yards: 868 || Rec. TDs: 4
[OPTION]-Yards Per: 12.6 || Long: 45
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-S1 Playoff Stats: **Ultimus Finalists**
[OPTION]-Record: 1-1 || Targets: 12
[OPTION]-Receptions: 7 || Drops: 2
[OPTION]-Rec. Yards: 87 || Rec. TDs: 0
[OPTION]-Yards Per: 12.4 || Long: 22
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-S2 Stats:
[OPTION]-Record: 3-1 || Targets: 38
[OPTION]-Receptions: 19 || Drops: 3
[OPTION]-Rec. Yards: 294 || Rec. TDs: 1
[OPTION]-Yards Per: 15.5 || Long: 42
[SELECT style="background-color:black; color:brown; font-family:Arial; font-size: 16px; width: 400px; "][br][OPTION]Chet Fische || Colorado Yeti || General Manager
[div align=center][span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%']Player[/span] || Draft Profile || Updates
[div align=center][SELECT style="background-color:black; color:brown; font-family:Arial; font-size: 16px; width: 400px; "][br][OPTION]Kendrick Hendrix || Colorado Yeti WR || 304 TPE
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-Drafted #46 Overall by Colorado
[OPTION]-Height: 6'1'' || Weight: 202 lbs
[OPTION]-Number: 83
[OPTION]-Type: Route-Runner
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-Skills:
[OPTION]-Speed: 87 || Agility: 80 || Hands: 77
[OPTION]-Endurance: 70
[OPTION]-Intelligence: 58
[OPTION]-Strength: 50
[OPTION]-Run-Block: 23 || Pass-Block: 16
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-S1 Stats: **Pro-Bowler**
[OPTION]-Record: 8-6 || Targets: 110
[OPTION]-Receptions: 69 || Drops: 28
[OPTION]-Rec. Yards: 868 || Rec. TDs: 4
[OPTION]-Yards Per: 12.6 || Long: 45
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-S1 Playoff Stats: **Ultimus Finalists**
[OPTION]-Record: 1-1 || Targets: 12
[OPTION]-Receptions: 7 || Drops: 2
[OPTION]-Rec. Yards: 87 || Rec. TDs: 0
[OPTION]-Yards Per: 12.4 || Long: 22
[OPTION]
[OPTION]-S2 Stats:
[OPTION]-Record: 3-1 || Targets: 38
[OPTION]-Receptions: 19 || Drops: 3
[OPTION]-Rec. Yards: 294 || Rec. TDs: 1
[OPTION]-Yards Per: 15.5 || Long: 42
[SELECT style="background-color:black; color:brown; font-family:Arial; font-size: 16px; width: 400px; "][br][OPTION]Chet Fische || Colorado Yeti || General Manager
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