Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2007 13:11:59 GMT -5
I POSTED THIS ONCE BEFORE.
I JUST THOUGHT SOME OF OUR NEW MEMBERS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THIS STORY.
JIM
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THE LAST TIME I SAW FRANKIE LYMON: EARLY 1968
A SHORT TIME BEFORE FRANKIE LYMON DIED, I WAS WORKING AS A NYC POLICE DETECTIVE I WAS WORKING ON LENOX AVE. JUST NORTH OF 125ST, IN HARLEM.
IT WAS A SCENE OF A TERRIBLE DRUG HOMICIDE, A NUMBER OF PEOPLE WAS SLAUGHTERED DURING A DRUG RIPOFF.
I WORKED IN THE NARCOTICS BUREAU AS A DETECTIVE AT THE TIME IN THE THREE HARLEM PRECINCTS.
THEY CALLED ALL OF US IN TO TALK TO INFORMANTS IN AN EFFORT TO GET SOME INFO ABOUT THE MURDERS.
WE WORKED ALL NIGHT AND IN THE MORNING WHILE THE HOMICIDE DETECTIVES WERE STILL WORKING THE CRIME SCENE, I WAS IN THE STREET IN FRONT OF THE BUILDING WITH A FEW OTHER NARCOTICS DETECTIVES DRINKING A CONTAINER OF COFFEE.
ALL OF A SUDDEN AROUND THE CORNER COMES FRANKIE, HE HAD A BLACK RAINCOAT ON, AND HE WAS WALKING NORTH AND HE ALMOST SH-T WHEN HE SAW ALL THE COPS AND POLICE CARS.
I CALLED HIS NAME AND STARTED TO TALK TO HIM AS HE WALKED NORTH, HE DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WANTED HE WAS JITTERY, HE LOOKED BAD WITH NO FRONT TEETH.
IN ANY EVENT AFTER TALKING TO HIM ABOUT HIS SONGS AND TELLING HIM I WAS A FAN, HE WAS REALLY RELIEVED.
I WALKED HIM QUITE A WAY AND I STARTED TO TALK ABOUT DRUGS AND HOW THEY RUINED HIS LIFE AND HE AGREED WITH ME.
I ASKED HIM IF HE BELIEVED IN GOD AND HE SAID HE DID, WE WENT INTO A HALLWAY ENTRANCE AND I STARTED TO PRAY WITH HIM AND HE WAS CRYING SO MUCH HE SAID HE WOULD TRY TO STOP USING DRUGS.
I TOLD HIM A LOT OF PEOPLE LOVED HIM AND HE WAS REALLY HAPPY TO HEAR THAT.
I LET HIM GO AND HE THANKED ME FOR CARING, I HOPED MAYBE IT WOULD HAVE AN EFFECT ON HIM AND HE WOULD AT LEAST TRY TO STOP.
IN THE NOT TOO DISTANT FUTURE I READ HE WAS FOUND IN HIS GRANDMOTHERS APARTMENT DEAD FROM AN OVERDOSE.
MY ENCOUNTER WITH FRANKIE WAS EARLY 1968,
HE DIED ON FEB 28th OR THE 29TH IT WAS LEAP YEAR.
HE WAS SUPPOSED TO RECORD AT ROULETTE RECORDS ON THE 29TH OF FEB.1968.
HE WENT ON A DRUG BINGE THE NIGHT BEFORE OR EARLY MORNING HOURS. HE WAS FOUND DEAD IN HIS GRANDMOTHERS KITCHEN FLOOR.
A VERY SAD DAY FOR US ALL.
I WAS SAD FOR QUITE A LONG WHILE, AND I AM STILL SAD WHEN I THINK OF HIM.
A WASTED TALENT.
A WASTED HUMAN BEING.
BECAUSE OF DRUGS.
THANKS
JIMMY
P.S. I WASNT GOING TO POST THIS STORY, BUT KNOWING HOW DRUGS HAVE KILLED SO MANY YOUNG SINGERS AND OLD SINGERS ALIKE. I THOUGHT THIS STORY MIGHT BE OF INTEREST TO YOU PEOPLE.
IVE SEEN THE DEVASTATING EFFECT DRUGS HAVE WITH MY OWN EYES.
I JUST THOUGHT SOME OF OUR NEW MEMBERS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THIS STORY.
JIM
****************************************************
THE LAST TIME I SAW FRANKIE LYMON: EARLY 1968
A SHORT TIME BEFORE FRANKIE LYMON DIED, I WAS WORKING AS A NYC POLICE DETECTIVE I WAS WORKING ON LENOX AVE. JUST NORTH OF 125ST, IN HARLEM.
IT WAS A SCENE OF A TERRIBLE DRUG HOMICIDE, A NUMBER OF PEOPLE WAS SLAUGHTERED DURING A DRUG RIPOFF.
I WORKED IN THE NARCOTICS BUREAU AS A DETECTIVE AT THE TIME IN THE THREE HARLEM PRECINCTS.
THEY CALLED ALL OF US IN TO TALK TO INFORMANTS IN AN EFFORT TO GET SOME INFO ABOUT THE MURDERS.
WE WORKED ALL NIGHT AND IN THE MORNING WHILE THE HOMICIDE DETECTIVES WERE STILL WORKING THE CRIME SCENE, I WAS IN THE STREET IN FRONT OF THE BUILDING WITH A FEW OTHER NARCOTICS DETECTIVES DRINKING A CONTAINER OF COFFEE.
ALL OF A SUDDEN AROUND THE CORNER COMES FRANKIE, HE HAD A BLACK RAINCOAT ON, AND HE WAS WALKING NORTH AND HE ALMOST SH-T WHEN HE SAW ALL THE COPS AND POLICE CARS.
I CALLED HIS NAME AND STARTED TO TALK TO HIM AS HE WALKED NORTH, HE DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WANTED HE WAS JITTERY, HE LOOKED BAD WITH NO FRONT TEETH.
IN ANY EVENT AFTER TALKING TO HIM ABOUT HIS SONGS AND TELLING HIM I WAS A FAN, HE WAS REALLY RELIEVED.
I WALKED HIM QUITE A WAY AND I STARTED TO TALK ABOUT DRUGS AND HOW THEY RUINED HIS LIFE AND HE AGREED WITH ME.
I ASKED HIM IF HE BELIEVED IN GOD AND HE SAID HE DID, WE WENT INTO A HALLWAY ENTRANCE AND I STARTED TO PRAY WITH HIM AND HE WAS CRYING SO MUCH HE SAID HE WOULD TRY TO STOP USING DRUGS.
I TOLD HIM A LOT OF PEOPLE LOVED HIM AND HE WAS REALLY HAPPY TO HEAR THAT.
I LET HIM GO AND HE THANKED ME FOR CARING, I HOPED MAYBE IT WOULD HAVE AN EFFECT ON HIM AND HE WOULD AT LEAST TRY TO STOP.
IN THE NOT TOO DISTANT FUTURE I READ HE WAS FOUND IN HIS GRANDMOTHERS APARTMENT DEAD FROM AN OVERDOSE.
MY ENCOUNTER WITH FRANKIE WAS EARLY 1968,
HE DIED ON FEB 28th OR THE 29TH IT WAS LEAP YEAR.
HE WAS SUPPOSED TO RECORD AT ROULETTE RECORDS ON THE 29TH OF FEB.1968.
HE WENT ON A DRUG BINGE THE NIGHT BEFORE OR EARLY MORNING HOURS. HE WAS FOUND DEAD IN HIS GRANDMOTHERS KITCHEN FLOOR.
A VERY SAD DAY FOR US ALL.
I WAS SAD FOR QUITE A LONG WHILE, AND I AM STILL SAD WHEN I THINK OF HIM.
A WASTED TALENT.
A WASTED HUMAN BEING.
BECAUSE OF DRUGS.
THANKS
JIMMY
P.S. I WASNT GOING TO POST THIS STORY, BUT KNOWING HOW DRUGS HAVE KILLED SO MANY YOUNG SINGERS AND OLD SINGERS ALIKE. I THOUGHT THIS STORY MIGHT BE OF INTEREST TO YOU PEOPLE.
IVE SEEN THE DEVASTATING EFFECT DRUGS HAVE WITH MY OWN EYES.
