This blog is an ongoing mini drama/novel about Piggy. Piggy is a cop from Houston with a serious shoe addiction. For the most part she is a good person. She has just come to a crossroad in her life between right and wrong, good and evil. Her first pair of Manolo Blahniks are missing and she wants em back! I welcome any and all comments and feedback!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Long Overdue: Piggy Play Too Much
Monday, December 24, 2012
Gatlin Gauges Pretty Piggy
Monday, December 17, 2012
Piggy and her Daddy....
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
LoVe and Chinese Laundry
Monday, November 19, 2012
Consequences Wait: Piggy and her DADDY
Thursday, November 15, 2012
_______ Learns the Truth about Trouble
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Piggy's Daddy and a Crossroad
Monday, November 5, 2012
Gatlin Goes Against the Grain: Piggy's Poison
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
The Difference between LoVe and Buttah
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
LoVe Walton LIVE TeamPiggynLv
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Mattie Mae and her Sweet Girl : Piggy's Tender Side
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Mike Walker and _______ :Piggys Daddy
Friday, September 28, 2012
All Money Good Money Piggy
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Arnissha Lynn and the Piggy No One Knows
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Piggy's Journal: In her Mind!!
Journal,
It's been a minute. I just don't have the time these days to get my thoughts out on paper. Um not sleeping. I toss and turn all night long. Haven't posted in a while. Soo let's catch up. I'm now King of Houston. I did tht. I took Ivory Albro off the throne! I got back up with Tameika. I survived a car bombing and I killed Drell. We reconnected. Fell in love. He betrayed me. I killed him. My piglet is growing leaps and bounds. I don't get to spend much time with him and thts been bothering me. I do all this for him. I met a jarhead who treated me like a lady. I still think abt tht night. It went from nice to steamy to great to me killing four niggas. This was only our first date. He was gentle with me. I didn't have to be hard. He held my hand and I didn't feel like he was trying to get in my pants so much. I hadn't talked to him since. I mean I can't really blame him. Tht was a lot at one time. I think abt him alot. Then there's Tosha Wilson. Yeah I popped her brother tht night. She sent them after me. Wht the hell was I supposed to do? Um king now and no one can undermine me! But I expected shit like this to happen after I let Starsha Danielle live. So she better be on her P's and Q's. I won't be as sweet next time. I feel bad tht I've got my buddy Meika B in the middle of my drama. I gotta take care of her because she's been down with me and starting the Embassy. Oh whts the Embassy? Well the Embassy is an organization of some of the baddest women the state of Texas has to offer! We all bring something to the table. I'm taking time to cultivate tht. I am concerned abt my Mattie Mae. She goes off by herself for hours lately. When she come back, she looks so tired. I promise this week Um going to make time for just me and her. She's a part of me and I know tht she prays night and day day and night for me. I need her. I want her to be front and center when I get married again. When I decide to have more children I want them to know her. Life is funny tht way. My Mattie Mae love me unconditionally just as my own mother does. I knew tht many of the wrinkles on her beautiful face had come frm me. From tht day she first saw me kill tht mf who had come into my home, I knew tht she prayed tirelessly for my soul. I can't imagine wht she went through while I laid in the hospital. You know most people don't believe I have any remorse for the things I've done. Honestly, I wish it didn't have to be this way. Nobody knows abt the sleepless nights. Um always looking over my shoulder. I shower and sleep with my pistol. I feel like don't nobody really love me. If they do it comes with conditions. Shoes. They transform me. I can't explain it. My habit is beyond out of control.I was heartless before the accident but now I feel like anybody can get it now. Thts not good tht I feel this way. Um on my knees constantly praying but I don't think God hears me. Any consolation, I haven't done anything against anyone who didn't deserve it. The ironic thing abt tht last statement is tht I know tht nobody has made me judge. They say one day we'll all pay for our sins. Royally. Hell I think I'm paying for mine daily right now. I think abt the wht ifs. The men who remain constant in my life. The men who I think abt as more than friends and then I feel like love is for squares. I have a greater purpose. I'm shaking now thinking abt a pair of Miu Miu satin pumps. Unopened in my closet. Several times I've taken tht chrome .40 of mine to my temple. I slip on a pair of Louboutins and start trippin. I masturbate and see shades and hues of red. So Um off to those Mius Mius and hope tht sleep come easy.
Piggy Monroe :@)
It's been a minute. I just don't have the time these days to get my thoughts out on paper. Um not sleeping. I toss and turn all night long. Haven't posted in a while. Soo let's catch up. I'm now King of Houston. I did tht. I took Ivory Albro off the throne! I got back up with Tameika. I survived a car bombing and I killed Drell. We reconnected. Fell in love. He betrayed me. I killed him. My piglet is growing leaps and bounds. I don't get to spend much time with him and thts been bothering me. I do all this for him. I met a jarhead who treated me like a lady. I still think abt tht night. It went from nice to steamy to great to me killing four niggas. This was only our first date. He was gentle with me. I didn't have to be hard. He held my hand and I didn't feel like he was trying to get in my pants so much. I hadn't talked to him since. I mean I can't really blame him. Tht was a lot at one time. I think abt him alot. Then there's Tosha Wilson. Yeah I popped her brother tht night. She sent them after me. Wht the hell was I supposed to do? Um king now and no one can undermine me! But I expected shit like this to happen after I let Starsha Danielle live. So she better be on her P's and Q's. I won't be as sweet next time. I feel bad tht I've got my buddy Meika B in the middle of my drama. I gotta take care of her because she's been down with me and starting the Embassy. Oh whts the Embassy? Well the Embassy is an organization of some of the baddest women the state of Texas has to offer! We all bring something to the table. I'm taking time to cultivate tht. I am concerned abt my Mattie Mae. She goes off by herself for hours lately. When she come back, she looks so tired. I promise this week Um going to make time for just me and her. She's a part of me and I know tht she prays night and day day and night for me. I need her. I want her to be front and center when I get married again. When I decide to have more children I want them to know her. Life is funny tht way. My Mattie Mae love me unconditionally just as my own mother does. I knew tht many of the wrinkles on her beautiful face had come frm me. From tht day she first saw me kill tht mf who had come into my home, I knew tht she prayed tirelessly for my soul. I can't imagine wht she went through while I laid in the hospital. You know most people don't believe I have any remorse for the things I've done. Honestly, I wish it didn't have to be this way. Nobody knows abt the sleepless nights. Um always looking over my shoulder. I shower and sleep with my pistol. I feel like don't nobody really love me. If they do it comes with conditions. Shoes. They transform me. I can't explain it. My habit is beyond out of control.I was heartless before the accident but now I feel like anybody can get it now. Thts not good tht I feel this way. Um on my knees constantly praying but I don't think God hears me. Any consolation, I haven't done anything against anyone who didn't deserve it. The ironic thing abt tht last statement is tht I know tht nobody has made me judge. They say one day we'll all pay for our sins. Royally. Hell I think I'm paying for mine daily right now. I think abt the wht ifs. The men who remain constant in my life. The men who I think abt as more than friends and then I feel like love is for squares. I have a greater purpose. I'm shaking now thinking abt a pair of Miu Miu satin pumps. Unopened in my closet. Several times I've taken tht chrome .40 of mine to my temple. I slip on a pair of Louboutins and start trippin. I masturbate and see shades and hues of red. So Um off to those Mius Mius and hope tht sleep come easy.
Piggy Monroe :@)
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Meika B put her FOOT down!
One-Two. One-Two. One-Two. I swear Piggy was right. She told me this was a helluva workout. I had a bag installed two weeks ago and I had been going hard on it ever since. Needed to. I don't know what the hell CC got me tied into. "Trust me Meika, we gone be alright. I got this." Normally I would be cynical but something in Piggy told me she meant what she said and then she said what the hell she meant. From the moment we were retintroduced, something in her fueled something in me. I'm thinking why not take over Houston. Houston needed us. Piggy was now king. She took the crown from Ivory Albro just like she said she would. I just think about all the carnage. Sometimes Courtney don't even seem fazed. The things I've done I've felt bad about. Right now I'm carrying the guilt of knowing that I caused Drell's death. No I didn't kill him but I fed the beast that did. Piggy is my podna and she needed to know what he was up to. She would've done the same thing for me. I'm sure of it I’m just feeling like my friend is in over her head. She still Courtney but there is this coldness to her. Right after she handle her business it like its back to normal as if nothing has happened. I don’t know. They say things happen for a reason. Maybe I was put in her path to be her conscience. I try to be the voice of reason for her but let’s be honest, Piggy ultimately does whatever the hell she wants to. One-Two. One-Two. One-Two. We have children. The big picture was that I was hustling and working. I got down with the Embassy because overall I believed that it was good move for my family. Its no cattiness between she and I. And even with this new earned power she has, Courtney is still at ground zero with me. She don’t handle me no different. I have to respect that. I worry though about how long she gone last in this industry. We still have Arnissha Lynn hid. The feds is watching us all and Piggy’s enemies have now become Tameika Benford’s. Luckily Jay and Carly are at my mom’s. Let me get these gloves off. My .50 is right here. These mfs must don’t know. Think Meika! Its three of em. I hear Bear barking in the back. This .50 is a cannon. If it go off my neighbors calling the police for sure. It’s 7pm and no reason for Centerpoint Energy to be at my door. I know an ambush when I see one. They’re ringing the door bell. They’re in uniform but I see one with a H.O.U.S.T.O.N tattoo. Penitentiary ink. They ring the doorbell again. Why would three workers from Centerpoint be needed anyway? Burglar bars are locked. “Yes.” “How you doing maam?” “Im alright, how you?” “Um ok, we were sent here, you reported a gas leak?” Yeah right motherfucker. Everything in my house is electric. “No I didn’t.” Now he shuffling through some papers. “Well, Ms. Benford, we are supposed to take a look.” I put my hand on the burglar bars between us. I smiled. Let me handle this like Piggy Monroe would. “Look somebody sent you here and we know it wasn’t Centerpoint. Let’s cut the bullshit. They moved closer to my door. I raised the barrel of my pistol. “Well didn’t you get a package on me? Huh? You didn’t know abt her?” “Let us in. We need to talk.” “We talk, we talk right here gotdammit. I’m listening.” They looking around. “Tosha Wilson sent us. Say she wanna send Piggy a message. We get you and she receptive.” I sucked my teeth. “Here lies your dilemma. Um not going anywhere. You gone get off my front porch or Mike Walker and his boys can clean you up off my porch. He’d be glad to get the business.” They backed up but stayed firm. The hammer was pulled back. “Alright lil mama. You know this aint over. Piggy gone have to lay down. Eventually.” I hear Nate Dogg singing One More Day. Pandora on time. “Yeah well we’ll do tht when we’re ready not one day before.” They got in the truck and drove off. I took a deep breath. I dialed one button on my cell phone. She answered. “Hey.” “We need to talk.” “Okay, when?” “Hour. My house.” She hung up. I put my gloves back on. Piggy King of Htown has got some changes to make. My input and my family’s safety need to be top priority. I guess I’ll warm that pot roast and greens up. Piggy had an appetite you wouldn’t believe.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Piggy AND her DOA: Studewoods Package
Its time I dress. Capt says there's a package in Studewoods we need to take care of. Black jeans. Black T-shirt. Black Nike Air Force 1s. Nude lipgloss. I slick my locks back into a ponytail. I'm feeling drained. Lately, it's like I have this looming feeling of exhaustion. Why? I never get enough sleep. I know that. And I know not enough sleep can have a drastic effect on your health. Then there's Michael David. He turns me on. I can't explain it. He's been following me for months now. His office is across the way. I know what kind of car he drives. The type of cologne he wears. He has an impeccable taste in suits. That's what sets him apart from most G-men. Tailor made everything. Bulgari this. Micheal Kors that. When he's deep in thought, I know that he rubs that bald head of his. He's an insomniac like me. Spends many of his days in expensive hotel suites. Writes to relieve stress. I drive him crazy. He's in a relationship, and its dysfunctional at best. He fantasizes about me like I do him. I drive him crazy because he can't figure me out. Can't analyze me or compartmentalize who I am. Adjust my harness and think about sitting in front of him. I rub his bald head while he kisses my thighs. Easy Piggy. Pressing issues. I have got to get a handle on the climate here in Houston. You hear all kinds of things. The streets is talking. I'm cool with that. A lot of negative shit is being said and I embrace that. It's when they aren't talking about you, you should be concerned. How I miss my daddy. We talked about everything. Everything I know today almost I learned from ______. "Coyle, get your ass downstairs. We're ready to load up!!!" I swear Fairfield got on my last nerves most times. I looked at the case file on my desk. Gaines, Marcus. DOB June 16, 1978. Born and raised in Houston, Texas. From Cashmere Gardens. In and out of the system his whole life. Black male. Three children. Two girlfriends. Plenty Priors. He holding my dope warrant. Cop Killer huh. So this is personal. DOA capeus. First day back on the job in a while and this is what I gotta deal with? He got a 50k purse on his head though. I'm with it. Pictures of his girlfriends in here. I see he likes redbones. I may have found an angle. "Team, we got a lead on Gaines?" First one to speak up is Harrison. Internally I suck my teeth and roll my eyes. Harrison is a real asshole. I suspect he want me too. "Yeah, Coyle. He's laid up with one of his old ladies right now. We were told that he has an AK. So we're probably gone have to put him down." I hoped not. I wanted this ordeal to go as peacefully as possible. "Let's hope not Harrison. Hopefully we can all go home." I checked the magazine and got in the van. Again like I had done so many times before, I looked at the men and one other woman who surrounded me. We all had shields to defend and had taken an oath to serve and protect the city of Houston. That’s what we all had in common. I believe it was Alan Pinkerton who first coined the term “police subculture”. It’s true. There’s a camaraderie surrounding us and it is hard to understand if you are not in the trenches with us. People hate you for different reasons. But hell let’s face it. Most people hate us because we’re cops. I put a piece of Big Red gum in my mouth. I never go out without gum. I pass it around. We chew methodically and quiet. Not much to say because we know this situation is probably gonna turn out bad. I touch the cross around my neck that my Mattie Mae gave me. Say a prayer and listen to Brad Jordan’s Southside on my Pandora. Gotta love Scarface the South Acres Fool! I look at Marcus Gaine’s picture once more and load a slug in the chamber. “I hope you play nice with Piggy.” My team erupts in a fit of laughter. I’ve lightened the mood. Off to defend my city.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Michael LEADS a Horse to Cognac! Piggy Drinks
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Passionate Forceful Pensive Piggy
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