Author Harold Phifer

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11/14/2025

💥 My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift: 💥

Trust me, my banging was hard enough to shake the house. Anything less wouldn’t have mattered. After several more jabs to the portal, Jerry finally appeared. He opened the door wearing an oversized wife-beater and dirty trunks to match. Funny, but he recognized me without a struggle. Immediately, I assumed he was sober, which was a good thing. Yet, seeing me wasn’t expected or desired. For sure, I was the last person on his list of surprises. Jerry adjusted his head and sharpened his bloodshot eyes. It was then his booze-bated breath greeted me well before he did. Ok, he was in a stupor or maybe on the rebound. Next, soiled diapers stole the little oxygen I had left—and I was still OUTDOORS.

Yet somehow, I mustered enough wind to greet my brother. I tried to beat him to the punch and said, “What’s up, bruh?” What happened next stomped my soul for years to come! He never truly acknowledged me. Yet, he responded without hesitation, “You know I can’t have any company!” Then he violently slammed the door shut! Jerry was gone! I couldn’t differentiate from being stupid or dumbstruck. I just stood silent on his porch all alone for about five minutes.

I’d dealt with Jerry’s nastiness many times before. But he would initially warm up before dropping his hammer. Without a doubt, I was lost, confused, and bewildered like a teenage boy losing a prom date. Foolishly, I used logic to dissect my embarrassment.

First, the guy scolded me as if I should’ve known better! To be fair, Jerry was the breadwinner. His wife left him years ago. That part I understood. Only a fool would’ve hung around his crazy ass. It was amazing they got together, let alone stayed that way long enough to create those children. Yet, all his kids were pushing twenty and above. What the hell did he mean, “I can’t receive any company!” Of course, I heard those crying babies, which made him a granddaddy. That was strangely obvious to his existence. Yes, the cycle continues!

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“A Story You’ll Laugh At—Until It Hits Home” 🤣 At first, you’ll laugh. 😳 Then you’ll recognize someone you know. 😭 And f...
11/13/2025

“A Story You’ll Laugh At—Until It Hits Home”
🤣 At first, you’ll laugh.
😳 Then you’ll recognize someone you know.
😭 And finally, you might just cry.
Hal’s story isn’t just about Aunt Kathy—it’s about all of us. Families are messy. Love is complicated. And somehow, healing finds a way.
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11/13/2025

"My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift!"

Meantime, it was taking Aunt Kathy far too long to clean up and take us to school. I wasn’t sure about Jerry, but the anxiety was killing me. We desperately needed something else to pass the time. So, Jerry pulled out the ace, “The Car song.” Just the word would send us into a frenzy. “Driver in the front let me hear your grunt. Man, in the back, show me where it’s at.” Jerry went “Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah!” Then it was my turn. I banged on the ceiling loud and louder with my fists and books. “Boom Boom, Boom Boom.” We kept repeating “The Car song” and our simulations became even more bold and disturbing. It was, “Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah” and “Boom Boom, Boom Boom.” We created more and more ruckus each time we blurted out the lyrics. It was “Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah, BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM, BOOM… then suddenly out of nowhere, a giant-size claw yanked me out of the car with a force unlike previous extractions. I was so discombobulated and caught mid-sentence with “BOOM BOOM” on my lips. I recalled, it was my turn to oblige Jerry with my lyrical part of “BOOM BOOM.” Still under shock, I managed to absorb about six blows before I realized what in the hell was happening. Aunt Kathy was beating and taking me to the ground in one fell swoop. Even though Jerry was in Aunt Kathy’s driver’s seat and banging on the horn, he escaped the same shellacking I got. Afterward, I had a hot butt for much of my first day of school. I was in no way in the mood for introductions or conversations. So, I spent most of my time trying to find a comfortable spot to sit on that wasn’t bruised by Aunt Kathy.

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11/13/2025

💥 My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift! 💥

Meanwhile, youngsters raced from stable to stable to see the best that Columbus County Ranchers and Farmers had to offer. But luck does come to the few. As we searched for a sign, we stopped at a Porta-Potty. A strange but joyful noise came from inside. Suddenly, the music stopped. Aunt Kathy felt the urge for a Spiritual Mark. She pulled the brakes, waited nearby, and forced Jerry and me to endure the stench of other people’s lunch. Eventually, the door opened, and a member of Zion Gate Union Baptist Church stepped out!

“Holy Jesus, it’s you, Sister Alice!” Aunt Kathy said. “Yes, Sister Kathy, I just had to talk to him!” “Well, Praise the Lawd.” Meantime, Jerry stood tall while holding his breath and pinching his nose. At least I played it down and took one for the team. But Jerry didn’t acknowledge Sister Alice and kept puffing his jaws.

I knew Aunt Kathy viewed Sister Alice as a Backslider and part-time Jezebel, yet opportunity was hitting us square in the face. Quickly, I took a shot. “Aunt Kathy, Jerry, and me are going to The Toad 500. We’ll be right over there,” I said, pointing in the distance. “Yes, Auntie, I want to see Mr. Kermit,” said Jerry. “OK, but don’t stay too long. Sister Alice and me will find Pastor Keith and get our blessing right out here.” “Yes, ma’am,” I said, nudging Jerry to take off!

It didn’t take long for my brother to be the pooper. He kept asking for hot dogs, popcorn, and powder cakes, and we weren’t even out of Aunt Kathy’s sight. Yes, I had money, but it wasn’t for food. Stuffing Jerry’s mouth was a small price to pay for a Break-a-way. Next, he complained about the Toad 500. “Jerry, I made up that frog thing! We needed something besides chicken and cows to throw Aunt Kathy off.”

Jerry turned with abject disgust. “Lying to Aunt Kathy is a sin!” “You’re correct, big bruh!” He was indoctrinated, in the tank, drinking the juice, but pi***ng it out as well.

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💸 Two million dollars. One reckless man. Three times the problems.🔥 Fool Me Thrice: Money Changes Everything by Dean Con...
11/11/2025

💸 Two million dollars. One reckless man. Three times the problems.
🔥 Fool Me Thrice: Money Changes Everything by Dean Conan
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🎥 Imagine carrying childhood secrets so heavy, you bury them for decades… until war brings them back. 📚 Surviving Chaos:...
11/09/2025

🎥 Imagine carrying childhood secrets so heavy, you bury them for decades… until war brings them back.
📚 Surviving Chaos: How I Found Peace at a Beach Bar by Harold Phifer
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Harold Phifer’s memoir is both sobering and unforgettable. Sleepwalking Out of Afghanistan takes readers from Thailand t...
11/07/2025

Harold Phifer’s memoir is both sobering and unforgettable. Sleepwalking Out of Afghanistan takes readers from Thailand to Afghanistan, weaving survival, trauma, and resilience into one powerful story.

📖 A must-read.
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