February 11, 2007:
He speaks with a volume of air emanating from the back of his mouth, like a loud whisper. His eyes almost close, he cocks his head, his body sways a little, and his hands move almost in rhythm to the music of his speech.
He thinks he is so cool!
He was able to confuse young white girls throwing themselves at him with his own personal attractiveness, overlooking the fact that the girls themselves confused him with the crack he was supplying.
Some escorts, like the Superstar, fired from their agencies due to unreliability, would give their bodies to Stacy in trade for dope, whereupon he would diddle them silly and offer them to his friends at very low prices.
Once a crackhead and dope fiend himself, he gave drugs up for his chosen profession – being a crack dealer. It is important not to deal drugs and use them yourself, as it is difficult to stay ahead of the police when one’s judgement is so clouded
But Stacy met a girl, and this one was special.
This girl moved in with Stacy, and loved to get high. Off drugs for years, Stacy knew he could handle it. His honey needs her man to get high with her, and he’s her man!
This woman was so beautiful, so sexy, such a dream, that a man would do anything to have her. That included reverting to the crack lifestyle to share that life with her. It included selling drugs and stealing to pay the way for her.
A man would do anything for her!
Stacy had seen scores of crackheads stare at a point on the rug for hours, stuck like chuck.
He had seen a little creaking of the house feed their intense paranoia, a major symptom of crack use, such that they would arise, walk softly to the door to check the locks, then walk slowly to the windows, careful to not make any noise. Peering through the blinds, they would search every part of the scene, certain that an enemy or the police were outside.
Satisfied at the check of the windows, they would re-check the door locks, then every room of the house for a hidden intruder, then back to the windows.
But Stacy knew he could handle it! He had overcome drugs!
One night, higher than a kite with his honey, he heard a noise, then another, and another.
He just knew that some animals were coming for his stash of crack and his girlfriend. HE’S TERRIFIED!!!
Retreating to one room with his stash, girlfriend, and loaded revolver, he hears noises everywhere, in every room of the apartment!!! With so many intruders obviously in the apartment, he knows they will take his supply of crack, gang-rape his woman, and disembowel him.
He was left with no choice.
HE CALLED THE POLICE!!!
The police arrived with drawn weapons. They slowly and methodically searched every room of the apartment.
They found no intruders. Even the wind stopped blowing.
The problem for Stacy is that they searched the apartment, invited in by Stacy himself.
Because he has had several previous convictions, Stacy is now domiciled at the Men’s Penitentiary at Statesville.
His girlfriend is shacked up with someone new.
However, his IQ, reputed to soar into the double digits, can never be taken from him.
