My name is Delvin and this picture was
taken while hiking at Kenneth Hahn by Donna Williams. You all know me
as Dante, your only Black friend, him downstairs, Chocolate Hammer,
or whatever terrible things you say behind my back when I'm not
around. But my real first name is Delvin. Like Melvin with a D. Now,
I didn't choose to be called Dante. Every guy named Dante, spelled in
whatever weird ass variations they use, have been assholes. I've
never been able to get a solid version of where this name came from
or why it was given to me.
There have been a few versions. A guy
that one of my mother's friends used to date. A football player. I
was gonna be named Damien but thank god that didn't happen. Damien's
are worse than Dante's! The reason I was not shackled with the name
Damien was because my mother's friend told her that it was the name
of the devil child in Omen. Funny that she went with Delvin which is
a single letter away from Devil and Dante which, after Damien, is the
second name most associated with hell. Go figure.
I found out that I was a different
human being after coming to school late for the first time when I was
9 years old. This may have been one of my last days at my elementary
school and I went to the office to get a tardy slip. I had never had
to get one of these before (yes, I was that kid) and after a few
minutes of them calling for this Delvin kid that I'd never heard of
they alerted me to the fact that Dante was not my first name.
My world was rocked.

