Hard to say....goodbye

He left his house Thursday night ready to party at one of his usual spots. Ready to get it in and have a good time just as most of us young adults like to do, except…this time would be different. He had no clue that it would be. But that time, on September 9, 2010 was the last time. That was the very last time that Nick Mahone would party and enjoy his life here on this earth.

He was shot. Point blank range. Two times. INSIDE of the club.By a WOMAN who is yet to be caught.

The shooting took place inside of “The Breakfast Club” one of Charlotte’s night clubs. I was not there, but based on info that I have gotten from others it definitely took place inside of the club [despite attempts by police to negate that FACT]. The young woman, who people say is a stud, walked right up to him on the dance floor and shot him twice, once in the head. She was bold as hell. Walked in to a party, shot him on the dance floor, and walked right out. Many people that were in the club know who this woman is. In fact, her first, middle, and last name have been displayed all over facebook. I’ve seen the comments, “She is a dead B**** walking” or “I hope the police find her before the streets do”…Man.

I do agree with Ghandi that an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. But Are we trapped in a domino effect of revenge and retaliation of trivial pursuits, of disagreements that happened so long ago we don’t even remember why we are scorn? Is that what is killing the physical and mental bodies of our young people.

So many questions race through my head. Why? Who let her in? How did she get in? Did she even get checked at the door? [I’ve felt violated at clubs because I have been OVERly searched and I would not dare tote] What are the two baby mothers of his two sons supposed to tell their baby boys about their daddy? Because the reality is, he’s not coming back.

Foolishness, tragedy, calamity. Whatever terminology you prefer to use will convey the same message.

What could she have been feeling, so deep and strong that she felt cool about walking onto that dance floor and shooting him? Is there something that could have been done prior to prevent this from going down?

Really, I wonder if are murderers born or if they are made? Was she destined to carry a gun and kill wrecklessly at 5 years old because her father broke another promise anddidn't show up to her birthday party? Was she declared a killer when she could not pass her  grade in school because she had to worry about survival from day to day, moving from home to home. Was she somewhere, somehow proclaimed to be a murderer at the age of 13 when she seen those things that no 13 year old anywhere should ever see? Or despite any upbringing occurences was she destined to murder as she developed in her mother's womb?

Are murderers born or are they made?

I dont know this young lady. I've never met her nor do I know anything about her personally. But I know that she felt compelled to take a gun inside a club and take the life of someone's father, friend, brother, and son. And that is not ok.

I just wish...someone somewhere could have gotten to her heart before she stop the beating of Nick Mahone's.

Retell > Retail

Retell---to tell again, reiterate, emphasize.



Isn’t that why people write blogs anyway? Because we want to retell an event, emphasize a situation, or reiterate an experience. Yet simply sharing the occurrence will not suffice. There’s a piece of us that we long to include in this slightly revised account. I desire to inspire with each word that comes forth from my fingertips. To challenge with each phrase that opposes old ways so we can become better in the days to come. So we as a people, as a race of human beings, can become who no one seems to want to write about…hmmmmphhhh. So this blog is my attempt to retell, reiterate, and emphasize on the things we see every day. The things that burn in our hearts and minds. The things that we feel we don’t have anyone to talk to about.



Let the retellings begin.