This the whole story on how we met Greg, now bear with me, life is funny.
In 2013 I was working heavy in construction, but it was all entrepreneurship:
A.K.A. I was working for myself. A.K.A. not paying taxes. A.K.A. if I made 500 dollars I received 500 dollars.
With only a year’s worth of experience, who would’ve known I’d been chosen amongst a team of people to help renovate an old restaurant into a boutique theater?
The year 2014 crept up and now the theater is a licensed and registered business. After tearing down her walls, rebuilding them, painting them, piping her down, and renewing her, the owner came to me with a random question:
“I like the way you work. Do you think you can be the light and sound guy in here?”
“Yeah, I can be the light and sound guy in here.”
I have never been a light a sound guy anywhere…
I eventually figured it out, the whole light and sound guy thing, and a year pass.
While working in the theater (not even knowing I worked there) a couple of my old classmates coincidentally found out about the place, and grew close with it. One of those classmates were Bryan Snow.
Over the year Bryan Snow held a few events at the theater. He was paid for two events via money order.
Now, after the first event the currency exchange couldn’t verify the authenticity of the money order, which was backwards because the theater bought the money order from them. The currency exchange couldn’t verify the authenticity of their own money order.???? Strange.
To avoid that from happening again I went to the currency exchange with Bryan Snow the second time. At the same cash registry: I bought the money order, endorsed it to Bryan Snow and he cashed it in. This all seemed extra, but it was God timing.
We leave, Bryan and I hop in the car, and before he drive off he tells me, “put your seat belt on,”
I said, “Alright…”
“Naw I’m serious bro, like I’m not pulling off ‘till you put on your seatbelt…”
…Another thing that seemed extra…
I didn’t argue with him though, I just strapped up like protective sex, and then he drove off. He was a safe driver.
Bryan went back to the theater to drop me off, and at the theater is a car full of girls. We came right on time. They were going to pull off, they grew impatient waiting for Bryan and his homies to pull up. Now check it, I’m young and fresh from getting my heart broken so when I got out of Bryan car I walk up to the car full of girls before their exit, and I’m choosing.
The first thing that stood out was a beautiful Afro that nested on the head of a young lady name Kristin. I got Kristin number that night. Her Afro was the only reason I asked for her number. It was too dark to see her face, to dark see if she was thick, and she barely talked, but I liked her hair, so I pursued and retrieved.
On our first date I didn’t regret my choice. She was a petite beauty that loved reading, wasn’t materialistic, and enjoyed a variety of music. We talked consistently and it was pretty smooth, I liked her and it felt like she was vibing with me also.
But a couple of dates later she wanted to slow things down with me.
A couple of months later Bryan Snow dies in a car accident.
Peace to the both relations.
A year later my homie and I decide to write a short story but we need an editor. I think to myself, “Kristin and I are cordial, she’s an English Major, and she loves reading!” An ideal candidate. With the utmost confidence I asked her to be our editor. And she quickly texted back:
She never responded so quickly to a any of my text.
However, she said she’ll find an editor. A day later she gave me the number of Gregory Tremel O’Brandon. He lives in Florida. I texted her.
“How old is he? How do you know him?
she texted back:
“I don’t know how old he is, I don’t know him.”
I google this man to make sure he exist.
On his twitter I saw he work with a blog site called Worldofi. My partner and I decide to call this man. We meet via Google hangout, we sent him an affidavit to sign, he signed it and we became brothers. It was confirmed early on that the blog site he “worked for” was actually owned by him and two of his partners. He edited Backwards and gave it a platform for us to publish it on.
A year later he gives us another platform for our material. He created contact7yeer.com, our official website. Looking back, it felt like everything was orchestrated so carefully to bring us to him, to this point, and I believe the dominoes will keep falling in our favor. Everybody played a role and God don’t roll dice.
Thanks Miss Greenberry (Owner of the theater)
But I never got to say thanks to Bryan…
B.I.P. Space Snow.