Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $9.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    I Laugh But Everything's Not Funny
    I Laugh But Everything's Not Funny
    I Laugh But Everything's Not Funny
    Ebook69 pages1 hour

    I Laugh But Everything's Not Funny

    By Kentlin Hopkins

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    This is a story about Kurtis Camble, who has been fighting his demons his whole life. Kurtis – KC, as he is better known – has chosen to allow the streets to raise him. Deep in his heart, he wants to leave the streets and make a change, but the streets refuse to allow him to leave. When these same streets murder his son, he confronts these streets and they respond by threatening to destroy him as well.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateMar 11, 2019
    ISBN9781642985474
    I Laugh But Everything's Not Funny

    Related to I Laugh But Everything's Not Funny

    Related ebooks

    Serial Killers For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Kay Mellor

      Mar 1, 2021

      Kay Mellor
      5 min read

    • Article

      Pride Of Peckham

      Nov 4, 2021

      Pride Of Peckham
      7 min read

    • Article

      Wings Of Love

      Dec 24, 2019

      Wings Of Love
      4 min read

    • Article

      Always Someone Leaving

      Jul 6, 2023

      Always Someone Leaving
      5 min read

    • Article

      I Followed My Mom To Prison And To A Degree

      May 25, 2018

      As I walked across the stage, I couldn’t believe I was finally graduating. I’d spent the past three years at St. Francis College in Brooklyn finishing my bachelor’s degree in Sociology. My family was in the crowd, screaming loudly. My mom and my gran

      5 min read

    • Article

      BANGED UP A Mother's Story

      Oct 10, 2022

      BANGED UP A Mother's Story
      11 min read

    • Article

      La Bohème

      Mar 1, 2022

      ON A SATURDAY or Sunday afternoon in the cold early months of 1988, I sat alone at a table for two in a Greenwich Village diner, twenty-four years old, hopelessly young, my notebook open in front of me. At the table next to mine were three people, al

      13 min read

    • Article

      Perfect Casting

      Jul 11, 2019

      Perfect Casting
      5 min read

    • Article

      They said IT WOULD NEVER LAST

      Jan 13, 2020

      They said IT WOULD NEVER LAST
      7 min read

    • Article

      My Life Was A LIE

      Jul 28, 2020

      My Life Was A LIE
      5 min read

    • Article

      They Took My Childhood Away

      Apr 28, 2020

      They Took My Childhood Away
      4 min read

    • Article

      A Spirit Of Power

      Jan 24, 2020

      A Spirit Of Power
      6 min read

    • Article

      A Love That Forgives

      Jul 25, 2023

      A Love That Forgives
      7 min read

    • Article

      Edith Bowman

      Mar 13, 2023

      Edith Bowman
      5 min read

    • Article

      The Great Escape

      Aug 8, 2024

      The Great Escape
      5 min read

    • Article

      New Wave

      Dec 3, 2021

      New Wave
      10 min read

    • Article

      A New Normal

      Jul 31, 2017

      WORDS SHANDUKANI MULAUDZI WHEN MY FAMILY MOVED TO PRETORIA I WAS A FIVE-YEAR-OLD GIRL EXCITED FOR AN ADVENTURE.We lived in a small township called Makwarela in the former Bantustan of Venda, now Limpopo. My mother went to Pretoria for a few weeks fir

      3 min read

    • Article

      Together Again

      Jul 14, 2022

      Together Again
      6 min read

    • Article

      END of Days

      Dec 21, 2021

      END of Days
      4 min read

    • Article

      Al Murray

      Oct 23, 2023

      Al Murray
      5 min read

    • Article

      It’s In Our DNA!

      Jan 28, 2021

      It’s In Our DNA!
      3 min read

    • Article

      Living Hell

      Feb 11, 2021

      Living Hell
      5 min read

    • Article

      Dave Grohl

      Feb 1, 2021

      Dave Grohl
      8 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for I Laugh But Everything's Not Funny

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      I Laugh But Everything's Not Funny - Kentlin Hopkins

      Part 1

      It is in my own personal opinion that life is the same as running on a treadmill. You run long and hard only to come to terms with the reality that you are right where you started. My name is Kurtis Camble. My friends and family call me KC, and this is my story.

      I was born in 1970, so I am what I call a seventies baby. The years of the butterfly color, flare-legged pants, and those famous disco songs that you can dance to all night. But I am getting ahead of myself. From the beginning, right? So it has to be sometime in 1969.

      Brenda Camble. A hardworking woman from a prestigious law firm. She does all the filing, typing, appointment, and confirming. Brenda was the respected and much-needed secretary. She was working late in the office one evening when she heard some noise coming from one of the rear offices. It seemed strange to Brenda, being that not more than twenty minutes earlier, she just said good night to Mr. Johnson, the janitor, who told her that he was the last person besides her in the building. At first, Brenda attempted to ignore the noises, but then they got louder and she became more curious.

      There were about eight offices on the floor of the building, so she started first with the front office and worked her way down the hall, opening each door and sticking her head inside to have a look around for anything that seemed out of place. When she came to the third-to-the-last door, she opened the door, and right from the slightest crack in the door, she got caught with a cold breeze. She noticed the venetian blinds moving and realized the window was open. It was late October in New York City, so it was more than a little chilly outside.

      As Brenda entered the office to close the window, she thought to herself, Who could have left this window open with this weather? I could catch pneumonia and die.

      Little did Brenda know, a little cold air was the least of her worries, because lurking in that office just out of sight were four men whom Brenda did not see or notice until it was too late.

      One of the men grabbed Brenda from behind, placed his hand over her mouth, and whispered in her ear, in a low, raspy voice, Don’t move, don’t scream, don’t do anything stupid, and you just might make it through this alive.

      All Brenda could remember after that was that these four men raped her repeatedly.

      Life can be so complicated.

      After Brenda suffered through that ordeal, nine months later, she gave birth to twins—a girl that she named Karen and me, Kurtis (KC). My sister, Karen, and I were, and still are, identical twins, the only difference being Karen is a girl and I’m a boy.

      When we were younger and my mother would take us out, people often stopped and complimented us and stated that my sister and I looked so much alike that if one were not a girl and the other a boy, it would be impossible to tell us apart, they would say. The compliments would often leave my mother confused, for she loved us dearly and, without second thought, would trade her life for ours.

      But she could not help but remember that frightening night that we were conceived.

      I can remember, back when Karen and I were maybe ten or eleven, Karen asked my mother one day, Mom, why do you not have any pictures of our father around? What’s the story with him?

      I can remember my mother saying, Mommy is tired. I have been working hard all day. Let Mommy get some rest, and we will talk about it later.

      Just like kids our age, we forgot all about it and the subject never came back up again.

      My mother worked hard to spoil my sister and me, we lived in a two-story brownstone in Canarsie, Brooklyn, that my mother worked hard to pay for and own. So even though it is hard for me to explain, I was somehow drawn to Fort Green Projects and the people that lived there. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not trying to say that I am better than these people. It’s just that my sister and I had an advantage that most of those people would have wanted and appreciated. Me? I wanted to hang out in Fort Green Projects, and I would not let anyone know where I really lived.

      This was where two of whom I, at that time, considered my dearest friends lived, Dennis and Reggie, who were both three years older than I, and whom I learned most of my bad habits from.

      Dennis lived with his father. His mother and father had split up. His brother and two sisters went with his mother, and he drew the card to stay with his father. Dennis and his father shared a two-bedroom apartment. His father was a truck driver and a functional drunk. He was never home, always working, but when he was home, he took all his frustrations out on Dennis.

      Reggie, on the other hand, lived with his mother and three younger brothers in a three-bedroom apartment. His mother was a nurse in Kings County Hospital. A very proud woman who worked really hard to support them.

      As one would expect, I took to doing what most of the kids from that neighborhood started to do. By the time I was fourteen and had started

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1