Pimp: The Story of My Life

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Well….I…..hmmm….. Is this for real? Is this an actual, serious book? These were the things I asked myself when I first came across this title. I am working under the assumption that it is indeed a serious bit of work. In this book I will take you, the reader, with me into the secret inner world of the pimp. I will lay bare my life and thoughts as a pimp. The account of my brutality and cunning as a pimp will fill many of you with revulsion, however, if one intelligent, valuable young man or woman can be saved from the destructive slime; then the displeasure I have given will have been outweighed by that individual’s use of his potential in a socially constructive manner. Catherine, my beautiful wife, is wonderful and courageous. She’s a perfect mother to our adorable two-year-old girl, and our sturdy, handsome three-year-old boy. What kind of person could possibly be so loathsome as to become a pimp? How could a person's humanity be warped to the point of victimizing women under the pretense of love and protection? How could anyone have any sympathy for someone who engages in the most despicable crimes?

A manager is happy when his subordinates laugh awkwardly. He knows they are still loyal … all subordinates have one thing in common just like the workers at other esteemed firms. It excites them when the manager makes mistakes. They watch and wait for his demotion or replacement. A manager is the loneliest worker in the office. He has to know his subordinates. He can’t let them know him. He always has to be a paragon, looked up to and inscrutable, respected and feared.” Her name was Maude and she Georgied me around 1921. I was only three years old. Mama told me about it, and always when she did her rage and indignation would be as strong and as emotional perhaps as at the time when she had surprised her, panting and moaning at the point of orgasm with my tiny head wedged between her ebony thighs, her massive hands viselike around my head. After a week, my hustler uncle brought Steve to visit us, and to case the lay out. My father bought the cousin angle and broke out his best cigars and cognac for the thieves. It was another week before they took him off.Then he could have pulled Mama out of there and with a big bankroll he could have done anything with her, even turned her out. DOWN, a pimp’s pressure on a whore, or his adherence to the rules of the pimp game; when a whore starts to work A pimp is the loneliest bastard on Earth. He’s gotta know his whores. He can’t let them know him. He’s gotta be God all the way.” I turned toward him and looked up into his face tense and strained in the pale light from the street lamp. I was confused and shaken when he put his massive hands on my shoulders and drew me to him very tightly just holding me in this strange desperate way. MITT MAN, a hustler who uses religion and prophecy to con his victims, usually the victims are women

Well, well, well. My boyfriend was talking about this book. For a while it was all flapping lips as I watched him in disgust, but then he started talking about chemistry and set theory. What's the connection? I asked. He said it's all in there. Really? I said. Yes he said. The book sounds like its for perverts and retards, I said. Yes, he said, and no. Okay, so I think we don't have to discuss that the exploits that Iceberg describes in his autobiographical novel are, you know, immoral, to say the least (lying to women and gaslighting them, severe physical and mental abuse, hooking them on drugs, taking all their money, throwing them away when they can't work anymore, etc.). What's interesting to consider here are different aspects:

The whole book is a stream of consciousness type of story re-arranged to make sense. As it was being re-arranged, someone broke out the thesaurus and added footnotes (I had theory classes in college with less footnotes) to add a bit of legitimacy to the work. Any good pimp is his own best company. His inner-life is so rich with cunning and scheming to out-think his whores." The Life & Times Of One Of The Worlds Greatest Pimps: Robert 'Iceberg Slim' ". kandypaintrecords. August 17, 2012 . Retrieved November 6, 2014. At this point in the pitch Mama told me she would slip the blanket aside to bare my wee big-eyed face. The sight of me in her arm on a subzero day was like a charm. She managed to make a living for us. I began a "borrowing library" in my office, where I work as a social worker in the Bronx. Reading has always been a passion of mine, especially books about the city I now call home and human suffering that has always informed my work.