L.A.S.T. Revenge.
L.A.S.T. Revenge.
Clinton correctional facility
Monday morning May 1st 2022
Leslie was being released after serving a 25-year sentence for murder.
Leslie Allen Samuel-Tailer Served twenty-five years of a life sentence,
and now out on parole for good behavior. He turned himself in
after killing six of eight men who were his former teenage bullies.
He waited until after he’d serve time in the military and traveled to other parts of the world.
Like Germany, Turkey, and Italy, he then went and found them one by one.
He told a writer interested in his story that he didn’t want to miss. His long-awaited revenge.
They had made his life miserable as a teenager so, he thought he’d return the favor, as an adult. So, here he stands 25 years later alone at the gate. In front of an empty parking lot.
The only prisoner being released today. Leslie Allen Samuel-Tailer.
The only people waiting on him is his brother Darryl and Darryl’s wife Beverly.
And standing just to the left of them is a writer, by the name of Johnathan Oliver Berry
the same guy who was interested in the story. Thinking it might make a good novel someday.
J.O.B. is a retired FBI agent 15 years ago, Leslie was not in the mood to talk about it, but over the years he has grown somewhat more cooperative and decided, what the hell it can’t hurt to tell the story. So, he and Johnathan decided that they would get together when he got out.
And then he could tell the story. After the homecoming a little get together with family.
Leslie and John sat down, and had a talk. Johnathan came prepared with some tech to record, because he didn’t want to miss anything. Leslie begins to explain how it all started.
You see we were living in a housing development called the Jefferson projects Our building was
on the corner of south division and spring street. There were twelve eight-story buildings
on 25 acres of public property where no streets ran between the buildings. As some folks would call it the ghetto. The lower east side of Buffalo. I had more than my share of bullies. The thing was I never went home and told my parents about them, I never once complained about having so many bullies. My parents heard it from one of their neighbors. About how I was being picked on and beaten up. My stepfather a Navy vet and former boxer asked me was I afraid to fight them? I lied and said no, He said you know, if you take a big stick and knock one of them down the rest will leave you alone. I think that might have been true in his day.
but the truth was that my brother and I were outnumbered. And there were times when my bullies would team up and work together, I walked into an ambush a few times. We had a neighborhood gang called the Pythons they were the biggest street gang in the city of Buffalo. Jonathan said Hey! How did you know that the Pythons where the biggest gang? I told him because they had meetings in the club house with members from the different parts of the city. and they used an empty apartment on the first floor of our building as a clubhouse.
I was never picked on by the Pythons in fact there was a couple of times where they came to my defense. You see I had a gang of bullies. I was out numbered I had about eight of them altogether two of them were brothers Twins Ronny and Johnny on occasion their older brother Bill acted as a bodyguard for me and my brother. Bill kept his brothers from picking on us. And then there was Moochie, Day’day, Carl, Lo’Lo, Re’Re and Godfrey, I couldn’t even go to the neighborhood stores without being picked on and sometimes mugged and robbed by them. Day’day, Re’Re and Lo’Lo use to hang out in front of the corner store called Ethels Confectionery. There was a beautiful black girl name Marcy the daughter of the owner. And just like the saying go’s she looks just like her mama. So, most of the time I had to get pass them to get in and out of the store. Marcy would be nice enough to get their attention, most of the time, it would give me a chance to get away. When her mother was behind the counter I was on my own. And I sometimes went to another store called Danny’s Deli. Now we lived in an eight-story building with a front and back stairwell and one Elevator. I guess Moochie didn’t have anything do the day he knocked on my apartment door and told me that I better come out side. I gave him a look that said Un-huh and closed the door. The second time he knocked on the door my mother answered and the surprised Moochie pretended that he knocked on the wrong door. That same evening my Stepfather came home from work and did his thing to relax which was have my mother mix a few drinks for him and they would sit together in front of the stereo talk and listen to some music. My mother like to have dinner ready at 5:30pm so I came in early to wash my hands and get fed, only this time my stepfather called me over to talk and said, I heard you’ve been having a rough time with some bullies. You don’t look
none the worse for wear. Would you like a little help? and that’s when he pulled out a pearl handed silver 38 caliber pistol and extended it to me handle first.
I hesitated for about two seconds and then reached for it, but he pulled it back asking me do I think I know how to use it? And who would I shoot first? You must be ready to go to jail, if you’re ready to shoot people. Maybe you’d Better pick up a big stick or something. Time went on, I was smart enough not to go to the same high school as my bullies. I grew up graduated high school and join the army. I was 20 years old when I sighed up for six and served a four-year enlistment. While I was in the service, I learned to shoot weapons and I took self-defense classes. All while I was planning on how I could get back at all my former bullies. Now some years had passed at least four of them, and I was sure that they would not forget me. And what they did to me. Because I would not ever forget them. I decided to make it my mission in life to get all of them one by one. It’s been four years so; they wouldn’t see me coming. Now I grew up in Buffalo New York and it had not changed that much in the years that I was gone. I only had to look them up and I thought that one or two may still hang out somewhere together. I was looking forward to finding them. Now you would think in this day and age people like Re’Re, Day’day and Lo’Lo would start going by their first names. I will say this, that life has a way of getting back at you. Or what goes around, comes around. Turns out Lo’Lo works for the Buffalo Trash and Recycle called The Sanitation Department. He’s the guy you see jump off the back of the truck to grab the trash can and empty them into the truck.
Wait, said Johnathan, tell me how are you paying for this?
Well, once when I was on leave in the Army, I went to a casino out west,
I won enough money to what I did. I saved some money and do mean I put away a lot of cash. So, I even took on a part time job after duty hours as a bar tender at a nightclub. I took the time to buy weapons and other equipment that will help me get the job done. Now all I did was go on line there are some web sites that will tell you what you want to know about anybody.
Like the phone company white pages. So that’s how I was able to learned which days and which route Lo’Lo was on, then I picked the time and the place. Now I have a rifle with a silencer so, I won’t draw attention when I fire the shot. Lo’Lo’s first name was Logan he was called Lo’Lo as a baby name and it stuck with him. The route the trash truck was on took them near a construction work site and the truck would stop there to pick up one trash can and that’s when Lo’Lo would take a leak in one of the portable bathrooms. So, this time I manage to be on the roof top of the building about fifty yards away. As Lo’Lo went into the portable bathroom just as he was pulling closed. I put a bullet in the back of his head. No one heard the shot, and because the noise of the truck engine no one heard Logan fall dead in the bathroom. Logan had been dead in the bathroom for 45 minutes before someone got tired of waiting and got the nerve to go in the bathroom and find him there dead. Johnathan asked, did you stay there the whole time? Yes, I stayed until cops got there. Remember Logan was on his trash run after I got him. I moved on to who was next on my list and as it turned out Moochie first name is Montel, His full name is Montel Ulysses David His Initials are M. U. D. I think that’s why he stuck with Moochie. He works for the cleaning department at Bethlehem Steel. Not far from Buffalo in a city of Lackawanna. Bethlehem Steel also Employees 180,000, Of which two of my other former bullies also work. And I plan to get them one at a time. If not then two at a time. Now after doing a little investigating, which did take some time, about three weeks. I out found that Moochie works the night shifts. From 11:pm to 7:am his drive home was like any other drive except this time. There was a van in his parking spot Pest Extermination “Get rid of your old pests” Once and for all Satisfaction guaranteed. The van was backing out, so, he waited and let the van out. And then parked his car and went inside the house. And when he closed the door, he noticed a funny smell not sure where it was coming from, he went to check it out. And he was getting a little light headed with the smell of this gas. Thinking he’d better open a window. He tried to open one in the living room, and found it stuck then he tried to open a window in the kitchen by this time he was getting pretty dizzy. What he didn’t know was that the gas was cyanide. I put a small cylinder in his vent. He started to cough then decided he should get out of the house but when he got to the door it wouldn’t open. His vison went dark and he fell dead to the floor. Driving the van down the road with a smile on my face, Happy with myself for rigging the windows and the front and back door on house not to open. You see Cyanide gas is use to get rid of pests and that’s what I use it for. Johnathan asked How did you rig the front door? Oh, that was easy, but I’ll leave it to you to figure that out.
Maintenance man working the midnight shift on the peace bridge There is no moon that night. But there was a Foggy mist hanging over the bridge. The lights on the bridge are bright enough to see where you’re going but not much else. Demon otherwise known as Da’Da is still new to the job although he’s been there for a couple of months, tonight he’s was assigned to checking on a few things. Alone, walking down the length of the bridge from the American side Like a stranger walking from the other end I call his name hey, Da’Da is that you? Yeah! Who are you? And why are you on the bridge this time of night? The question is do you remember Someone you bullied back in the day named Leslie? Damon stopped right in his tracks he saw a man headed toward him dressed in black and the flash of a hunting knife in his hand. We were just about in the middle on the American side and Damon turn to run through the fog. But I was a little faster just as I was about to grab him, I said paybacks a bitch Mutha...!! Before I could finish calling him a bad name, he put one hand on the railing and hopped off the bridge. Yelling as he went down. Damon formally known as Da’Da let the world know he didn’t know how to swim. He went with the current and didn’t get far down he went down drowning in foggy night.
Johnathan asks how quickly did you go from one the next? Weeks pass as I went from one to the next. And they are not in touch with each other. In his need for knowledge Re’Re whose first name is Renae He’s been going to training school. Trying to become a repairman. A regular Mr. fix it for General Electric learning to fix and repair washers and dryers and other appliances. He doesn’t know how I plan to fix him. Renae drives a 1990 Blue Buick LeSabre on his way home just his luck with my help he has a flat tire. He pulled over on the side of the road on the Interstate I was following far enough back to make it look like I just happen to be coming down the road and seen him broken down. I pull over and we two doing the catching up routine that people do when they haven’t seen each other in a while. He doesn’t know that I have been following him for a little while and learned his routine while he was in school, I helped myself to the air valve on one of his tires with a pair of needle nose pliers. Just enough to give them a decent slow leak. While he was changing his flat tire. I reminded him that he used to be one of my bullies as a teenager, I never saw a smile fall off someone’s face so fast. We were on the right side of the car. Where people couldn’t see us clearly from the road. He was down on one knee changing the tire. He said Hey man you know that we didn’t know any better. That’s when I put a bullet in his right ear. A 45 caliber with a silencer so’s not draw any attention to us. I sat him with his back to the car. It looked like he had fallen asleep.
And I took what little cash and his ID. He used to take my money when my parents sent me to the store. So now we’re even. I left him there on the interstate. Where the state police found him. Carl on the other hand was different, one would think that Carl, is a homebody. And not an online dating debonair. A player, A man with two jobs a nice car and nice apartment.
I was thinking it’s time to play the player. Tracking him down was kind of interesting I found him at a hole in the wall where he spends four nights a week working as a bartender. A place called the Windjammer restaurant and lounge. When push comes to shove, he even managed to be a part time DJ So, since he likes to date when he’s not working. I thought I would take advantage of one of his dates, or should I say dating him. I went to the public library and
used one of their computers. I put together a nice profile and made sure that he would find my profile somewhat attractive but I didn’t place a picture. Thought I would give a little mystery to a blind date. My profile name is Bobbie Kay and we have to meet somewhere in public. He thought we should meet at a playground. I told him we will meet at 4:pm at the main place mall downtown. And that we will get a bite to eat at the food court. I will be standing inside near the revolving doors. Look for a woman in a black dress. I’ll be the one holding the sign with your name on it. Of course, I have no plans to be there, I will be waiting in my dark blue Mustang in the back of the dimly lit parking garage for a quick walk by hit. Now being thoughtful Carl stopped by a flower shop on his way to meet his blind date. So, when he pulled into the parking garage driving a fully loaded bright green Cadillac Eldorado Convertible. Well at lease he didn’t have the top down, and that’s all I needed. Just as he was getting out, he had just barely opened the door with the flowers in his right hand as I walked up from behind, I pulled out my 45 caliber with silencer and put a bullet in his left ear. Which knocked him back and laid him across the front seats and I was nice enough to close the door. The flowers were laying on the steering wheel and I left him like that and lucky for me there were no people only their parked cars.
The funny thing about Godfrey,
As one of the members of the beat-up Leslie club. He made sure to humiliate me in some way. Like pulling my pants down in front of everyone. One time he ran up and squirted my pants with a water gun to make look like I peed on myself. Well while investigating him, I wound up flying to Hawaii and there, I found out that Godfrey had left home shortly after I did. He moved to Hawaii where he met and fell deeply infatuated with a woman who is half black and Hawaiian. Her name is Mahina She is a beautiful plus size model. They had a wonderful romantic affair, and afterwards she dumps him and goes back to her husband. As if she was taking a break from their marriage. This left Godfrey shocked and deeply depressed. And if that wasn’t bad enough Godfrey with my help and a note left in the right place.
met Kai her 6 foot 1 Two-hundred-and-seventy-five-pound husband who found it necessary to punch Godfrey in the face breaking his jaw. After leaving the hospital Godfrey felt more deeply depressed. And did me a favor, he rented a hotel room ran a tub of nice warm water and got in it he then slit both his wrist and that’s the way they found him. I was on a flight flying first-class back to Buffalo. It took a little doing, But I manage to get brothers Johnny and Ronnie by looking up their older brother Bill He was working at the corner store. Back in the day the store was called Ethels confectionery, now it’s Marcie’s grocery goodies right along with a new laundry mat down the block that also has Marcie’s name on it. Bill and Marcy became a couple. Johnny in Ronnie still hung together, in front of the store. This after the twins joined the Marines and didn’t make it through Boot Camp. And came right back where they started. Still wearing the near bald haircuts under worn baseball caps.
Marcy not being slow, and not wasting an opportunity put Johnny and Ronnie to work as their delivery drivers. Bill has a white Ford F-360 pick-up truck that the boys are using for delivery. So, I thought this was my chance to donate to charity and have the Twins deliver themselves to me. I remember how Johnny and Ronny were trying to see who could hit me the hardest. Lucky for me there was nothing to break in my stomach. There is a church that runs a homeless shelter and kitchen on the other side of town. First Shiloh Catholic Church I made sure my five-hundred-dollar donation was of can goods so both twins were working on the evening delivery. Marcie’s was about to close and this was the last run of the day. Even mother nature played her part with a little bit of lightning and a rumble of thunder and some rain. The boys drove over to the parking lot behind the kitchen where they could unload the truck. A Nun was holding the door open for them holding an umbrella. As the fella’s were unloading the truck. I was hiding and waiting laying in spot where I had a clear shot in the dark wooded area, behind the lit parking lot. I waited for them to unload. No one paid any attention to my rented dark blue Mustang parked in the back of the parking lot. I was set up with my rifle and silencer. I waited until the Nun closed the back door. The rain was coming down hard. With the front of the truck facing me I put a bullet in the front right tire. And when Johnny sitting behind steering wheel, He got out to see about the flat tire, just as he knelt down to look at the now flat tire. He didn’t see it coming, I put a bullet in his head. Johnny slumped over leaning on the truck. Ronnie at that time was walking up to get in on the right side of the truck. He did not see Johnny go down. After a couple of minutes, he got out and walked around the truck to see what was up with Johnny. He cried out Johnny! and went down on one knee to see about his brother and I put a bullet in the back of his head and he too slumped over leaning on his brother and I left them there in the rain. Now that I have gotten all of my former teenage bullies. I thought the only nice thing to do is to turn myself in. And it kept raining. So, I got in my car and drive to the county sheriff’s office, where I was stopped at the door. You see I was dressed in Army Olive drab and camouflage clothing. A sheriff’s deputy stopped me at the door and said can I help you? I said yes you sure can, I’d like to turn myself in. He said let me frisk you and you can come in and talk about it. Well, sir you should know that all my weapons are in my car the dark blue Mustang over there. So, the deputy let me walk in and I’m sure I gave them an ear full in my confession. I told them again that the weapons I used were in the car in their parking lot and I gave them along with the keys to the car a brief history of my past and why I felt it necessary to take my revenge this late. It didn’t take them long to match me up with what I had described was revenge on my part. The sheriff said I would’ve made one hell of an investigator had I not kill those men. And if I had killed the guy in Hawaii this would be under the FBI jurisdiction. I told them it just shows that with life what goes around eventually comes around. Now with our justice system being the way it is. It took them all of five months to get me into court and sentencing. The families of the men I killed were there also. And I bet that they were not happy that New York State no longer has the Death penalty. The judge said since I turned myself in Peacefully, it is the decision of this court that you Leslie Alan Samuel Taylor are here by sentence to 25 years to life, may God have mercy on your soul. He Struck gavel twice court is adjourned. I was escorted out in handcuffs to serve my time in prison. If looks could kill, I would have been executed by all of the family members, as I was walked out the court room. Jonathan said wait, you said you had enough money to do what you did. Now that you’ve served your 25 years is there anything left? Well, while I was incarcerated, I stayed in contact with the financial institutions and I still have a nest egg to play with. The sheriff said that had I not killed those men I would’ve made one hell of an investigator. Now that I’m about 50 years old in my retirement I will need something to do. so, I think I’ll look into becoming a private investigator
I can just see it
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