THE BOY FROM BROOKLYN by Adrien Martin

This book came into this world October 18, 2014. The book is for the reader to get completely involved with the gravity of each situation. It is a difficult story to tell because of the shifting moods of the characters and situations.  My grandmother, was the very definition of misery. The apartment she lived in was given to her by my uncle, her son. She took us in when we had no place to live. She has her own story.

We were so poor there was no money for toys. My Uncle Jess bought me a red fire truck, the kind you sit in and peddle. I was not allowed to take it into the street so I drove it on the roof of that garage next door. The roof was our private playground going round and round. I loved that truck as it was the only toy I had. Boy, poverty sucks but has its advantages: you learn to live without things and it makes you strive for more, willing to do anything to get out of poverty-.

Everything this book is, intended to relay the total experience: the happiness, the sadness, and most of all the fear. For example, when I was 6 years old, I was wrapped up in a quilt and hung me out of the window with only the pressure of the window holding me up. The window I hung from was on the eighth floor of the building so if I fell I would most assuredly be dead from the fall. I could see down as my head was partially hanging out of the quilt, a crowd started to gather below.

The book is also intended to be a tribute to the brave men and women in the Armed Forces and Law Enforcement. I try to bombard your senses with strong feelings of what life was like for these people. For example, when I was in Viet Nam, I thought to myself this is a murder assignment and I was right! We were there for one reason and one reason only: to eliminate the enemy, to win this war by attrition.