I remember the night very clearly... We were sitting in a trailor house, not ours but presumably one of my uncles or a friend of my dad's. It was very smoky, but that's the way it always was around my parents. I was probably, as always, arguing with my siblings about something, possibly fireworks on this particular evening. Yes, it was the Fourth of July---Independence Day. My daddy was sitting at the table wasted, smoking a cigarrette. Why did I think this night would be any d...

I get along with most everybody...for a short period of time. I'm that crazy, fun type of person that everyone wants to be around...that is, until they get to know me. I, Trinitie Tiearra Garrison, am a difficult person, and I'm proud. As a young girl, I was surrounded by unique personalities. I believe my Uncle Matt, whom I've probably mentioned several times on here, contributed largely to who I am. To most people, Uncle Matt would seem a bit...off, but he was my hero. To give you ...