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Stages of Fade Grief

So currently I work at a high school. It’s fun for the most part because you think about how crazy these kids are and you SWEAR you weren’t like that in high school but you were… You totally were. 

A couple of weeks ago, I was doing lunch duty and a teacher came up to me and said another staff member was holding a kid back in the lunch line and looked like he needed help. This school so well behaved there’s NEVER any action so I was all for it. I went over there and it was my patnah holding a student back but he said the student calmed down so he let him go… The student had not, in fact, calmed down. He went back to The student and got in his face.

Now the student that bruh was holding back was bigger. He wasn’t fat but he was built like Cole on Martin. So I’ll call him Thick Flair. The dude he was going after was smaller but I’ve seen him play football and he was scrappy so I had no clue how stuff would go down. 

So Flair gets back in dudes face and they talking trash but lil bruh said he ain’t want no problems. Well Flair decided that he wanted some problems that day. Flair pushed him and lil bruh decided that this was NOT finna be a shoving contest and called what I like to refer to as, “The Hands audible”. Lil bruh just started throwing them things. Quick too. Flair tried to throw some haymakers but whenever he cocked back Dwyane Fade already tagged him twice so Flair missed every punch he threw. The lunch lady screaming slamming her hands on the bar going ham. Mashed potatoes and gravy flying everywhere

Me and my patnah ran over to break it up, of course he walked outta the cafeteria with the winner. I had to pick Flair ass off the floor. He leaning all on me like Jordan when he finished the Flu Game. In my head I’m like “Damn bruh he ain’t give you no body shots why you limping?” He holding his eye like “Nahh my eye it just swell up real easy”. I took him to the office to seal his fate.

Me and my patnah got back in line the lunch lady was like “I.. I just didn’t know what to do so I started banging and screaming to get someone’s attention for help.” 

We was right there tho….

Another male staff who walked over there with me and straight disappeared once the fight broke out was like, “Yea Mr. Such and such has a few inches on me so I felt He was better equipped to handle it”.

You taller than me tho….

Flair got suspended for 10 days so this past week he came back to school.I was curious about how he was gonna handle his return and all the Q&A that came with it so I kept a close eye on him. I took the ONE required psychology class in college so I was very well educated on the stages of Fade Grief.

DENIAL:

I’m standing in the hallway in between classes and another student goes up to Flair like “Where you been bruh?” 

I got suspended.

“Damn bruh what you do”

*shakes head and walks off into a crowd*

Flair class wasn’t even in that direction he just didn’t wanna relive those moments. I ain’t messy so I couldn’t scream out “OH HE GOT SOAKED IN THE LUNCH LINE LIKE SOME DAY OLD DIRTY DISHES”

Flair was in denial. And who am I to give him a reality check?

ANGER: Bruh was just mad at everybody who wasn’t D. Fade. He felt like he needed a W. And anybody who wasn’t D. Fade could get it…. Except for D. Fade. I later found out that Flair is a 19 year old freshman and D. Fade is 15 or 16. So getting rinsed by someone who can’t technically see a Rated R movie without his mama while you outchea buying blacks and lottery tickets is arguably frustrating.
BARGAINING: Bruh was def heard saying “Man I swear on everything I love if I ever see that nigga outside of school ima get mine.”. This wasn’t one of those fights up for debate… It was obvious he was outmatched. But who was I to tell bruh “All fades matter”.
DEPRESSION: This one stuck out to me like Rachel Dolezal at a Solange concert. I stood behind bruh in the SAME lunch line he caught the fade in. He leaning against the wall, shoulders all slumped over. Got his hoodie on and tied tight. Normally I’m supposed to tell him to pull his hood down but this kinda fade is probably the worst kinda bad hair day you could have.

Ba Dum Tss

Unfortunately, we have yet to reach the acceptance stage. He’s a lil young so it may take awhile. Maybe during spring break he can watch a few Worldstar fight compilations and see that their is life after fades.

Only time will tell…

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Teddy B Brolic(one day)

My name is Teddy Belafonte.

*crowd goes* Hi Teddy Belafonte

And I’m fat….At first I was in denial, “No, that was quite the staircase you just climbed bruh” “your bones is big” “It’s a common complaint that it’s hard to tie your shoes when wearing Old Navy jeans” ┬ábut I’ve finally come to accept the fact that I am indeed fat.

I was changing my son’s diaper, and he started kicking my man titty like it was a speed bag.. Just smiling not knowing he just betrayed daddy.

So since I’m on Christmas break from work, might as well start going to the gym before all the New Year New Me folk, Right?

So yesterday I get my playlist right, and head on over to the gym. First time I been since JoJo was in utero and he’ll be 2 in February so it’s been quite a minute. I walk in, vibe still feels the same. Figured I might as well try to get with my own routine if I remember correctly.:

  1. Weight room
  2. Elliptical
  3.  Die in the car

So first I jumped on some free weights to get myself going… Start off a little light. Then I saw the bench was open. It was time for the moment of truth. See back when I did go to the gym often I maxed out at 415lbs(gloats). Wasn’t stupid enough to try that again however I figured I could do half. So I put 205 on the bar. Lift it up, ok not so bad, bring it back down, “alright Teddy you can do 10” By rep 3 I realized that was a terrible mistake but I kept pushing. At rep 6 I told myself that no one had been counting so let’s just call this 10 right here. I get up… And my whole right titty cramped up. I just knew this was a heart attack and I brought it on myself so I couldn’t be mad. I just walked to the locker room to cardiac arrest in peace and not cause a scene. And to my surprise I didn’t die AND there wasn’t any naked old white dudes in there.

Back to the weight room. I recognized and accepted that I am not who I once was. I took it fairly easy on the weights after that. Broke a good sweat. Now it was time for that punk ass mf named Cardio.

Not much to say about my cardio experience except it was harder than the fight against systemic racism. I did a mile in 15 minutes and you can kiss my ass. That 15 minutes felt like a lifetime… I jumped straight off the machine…. And walked my ass to the car.. That’s the cool down. I was tired as all hell. You know I was tired cause I got outta breath if I mashed the gas too hard in the car.

I’m driving to pick up Jojo from the baby sitter and I get this feeling in my stomach that I unfortunately know all too well.

Issa Cramp.

 

So I get this cramp in my stomach like where abs would be if I had them. So I lean back to try to alleviate that one. Then I get one in my back from leaning that way. Then I get one in my side.. Then I get one on the other side. Now I’m behind the wheel, on the road, whole torso locked up looking like I’m doing the Thriller dance routine. I don’t know how I made it to the baby sitters house but I did. Fortunately, she’s a friend of mine so I wasn’t too embarrassed to be in her driveway on the brink of tears looking like i’m in active labor.

Babysitter: Ummm… You want me to call your mama??

Me*in pain*: No she’s out of town she can’t do anything.

BS: You…. Want me to call Jo’s mother?

Me *in pain*: No… she’ll probably smile and tell you to poke me… I just… Do you have any bananas?

So I tried to drink as much water as I could while she went into the house to find a banana… Still slumped over in the car… Can’t keep all the water in my mouth.. She comes back like “Well.. it’s not exactly a banana”.

So I’m in this chicks driveway eating a jar of banana babyfood wearing a hoodie soaked in drool, water, and tears and this just wasn’t what I expected of my life at 27. I don’t understand how people work out for fun. Then I looked at JoJo and realized that I need to be here for him. I need to run around with him, play with him without getting tired, Show him how to play sports, and look good enough to confuse whatever girl he brings over to the house.

So with that being said…. I’ll be back in that shithole tomorrow… Bananas on deck…


White Noise

This summer after a couple of interesting run ins I’ve had with those of the taupe persuasion I’ve decided to write down things I heard that made me go “hmmmm”, made my ass itch, or gave me chest pains… I’ve decided to share what I have so far. I will warn you now, this isn’t like my usual blogs.

This lady at my job begged me not to take offense to a story she was about to tell me. I’m thinking she’s about to retell Uncle Tom’s children in her own words. She only said “this young black girl….”.

I was waiting a table and this guy knocked his drink over. He said “I’m sorry please blame,this on the alcohol….. And not the crack cocaine I had earlier”

I filled out an application to rent a house and the guy said “we’re not looking for anything specific on the background check. As long as you aren’t a blood or crip or something like that.”………. I didn’t get the house.

There’s a small table outside of work and people keep their cigarettes in the drawer. I opened the drawer to grab one and the guy who was performing on the patio walked by and asked if that’s where i keep the weed.

For the first time since my son was born I was asked “so what does your wife do?” instead of, “are you still with your baby mama?” I’m not married but still.

My co-workers called this guy a racist and got pissed because he referred to me as the big black guy.

This lady ordered steamed shrimp to go. Her name was Latoya. My coworker picked up the order to take out of the kitchen and… “I got an order for Lato- OOooooo Latoya gonna get her skrimps giiirrrlll” 

We give out glasses and a glass bottle of water to tables when they first arrive. This lady asked for ice water. So I brought her ice. Because water was already on the table. She got upset and asked for a new server.

I then found out that it wasn’t uncommon for people to ask for “anyone but the black guy” when they walk in. I’ve been here for 4 years.

Yesterday a man was killed while he was waiting for his son at the bus stop. As is most situations the cop will probably get a paid vacation. This lady just said that the world needs to watch Remember the Titans.

A lot of white people are bringing up MLK and saying they wished he was back…. I do too but only so I could hear a collective “Wait, what???”
I came back to work someone told me they had a huge debate about black people after work the night before… I dont know if I’m thankful that I was off or if I regret not being there.
Someone told me “Bye Felicia” and I asked them to name 5 characters from Friday…. They could not.

In my book of life. If I wrote a chapter about this summer it would be titled, “Not to sound Racist, but”…… I need this job though


120 Hours

I haven’t blogged in 3 months. I hadn’t been in the mood to write and I felt like I haven’t had anything funny to write about. The recent tragedy in Louisiana with the flooding put things into perspective for me. I have a homeboy who was affected by this and when I checked on him he said he just needed a pick me up. And I know a blog post isn’t much of anything but hopefully I can give him and anyone else who needs it a good laugh or 2 and bring their spirits up. That’s why I write. So here we go, hope you laugh.
Twas the first semester of my senior year of college. I had a good relationship with my professors in my major courses as did most of my fellow students but this particular semester they decided to just throw the biggest monkey wrench they could find and toss that shit into the plans of me graduating on time.

They hired this new professor, he was from the Bahamas and got his PhD from Cornell or one of those bougie ass schools. The man wanted a paper and presentation about every damn thing we talked about and at the time I just wasn’t mentally prepared to be the student he wanted me to be in order to get a BET original movie made about his story starring Clinton Powell and Keith David. (names don’t ring a bell? Google em, you’ve seen em)

So this new professor came on campus with a syllabus and lesson plan written with Joe Jackson vibes. Nothing was gonna be good enough for this guy. Let’s call him Ho Clark. Sorry I can’t be more creative at the time.

So I struggle through the whole semester. Towards the end, I took it upon myself to give me a day off from his class. And I also took it upon myself to put my foot in my own ass cause the day I missed was the same day this man decided to have everyone pick their groups for the final projects and whoever was not in class that day, or did not get chose was in a group.

So it was me, the 6th year senior, the dude who always came to class with a red eyed hangover, and the guy who was a lil slower than everyone else but always received a pat on the back for his efforts.

And to add insult to injury, when I came to class the next day, he’s reading off the list of groups and I was hoping that the guy who I thought was my homie, Durty Vert from my previous blogs, would’ve looked out for me and add me to his group but he played me. So he reads off all the groups and then says “and the last group, that I put,together due to absences arrrrreeee”

*a collection of shit eating grins immediately turn my way*

I sit there and look at the ceiling, ready to accept my fate. I’m in the group with(in order of their descriptions above)  Boris Hellnoe, Taye Niggs, and Aubrey FLAKE Graham (boy had immaculate dandruff).

The first part of the project was to open a restaurant in the next town, research the target market, wants, needs. And some other BS. 

The name of the town is Colonial Heights. We interviewed the manager of the local McDonald’s who was not ashamed to be black and let us know “I’m the manager of a MacDonalds in the whitest damn town around, why the hell you think they call it Colonial Whites?”

That’s real.. I appreciate it.
So me and Taye were in the library putting together a presentation about this struggleraunt we finna open. Boris and Flake are off.. Being off. 

We’re brainstorming on the project, bouncing ideas, he’s a pro at photo editing so he was gonna make the logo and such. I was writing everything out. His phone goes off.

Taye: *looks at phone* Uh oh, cheeeba cheeebaa!

Me: you tryna smoke now? Ween finish nothing!

Taye: look bruh, just write the intro, I’ll take care of everything else, I gotta go.
And like a sucka… I believed him.

So we’re in class… I’m ready for him to tell me he had nothing and we gotta wing it. But he had it! So we go up there ready to present. 

I introduce myself to the class, he uploads the power point, my back is facing the screen. 

Me: My name is Mr. Belafonte these are,my team mates. We were given the task of opening a restaurant in Colonial Heights, we had to research the population and target market and we found that locally, people refer to it as Colonial Whites because of population. *looks at the screen*

This man has an american flag, and the background of fuckin trailer parks and pickup trucks as the logo and the words on the backdrop say “Colonial Whites, we’ll get ya right!”
Me: and this…. Nigga… Named the restaurant Colonial Whites and he will now take over while I go cry about something other than this L I’m taking.

I’m not 100% sure about how the whole presentation went because once I saw the professors face frown up the sight of the logo I closed my eyes and kept singing “Rain on me” by Ashanti as I go down with this ship. I do remember him going over the menu and I heard “we have corn dogs cause white people love corn dogs”. 

Me: RAAAIIIIINN OOOONNN MEEE LLLAAAAAWWWWWDDD WON’T YOU TAKE THIS PAIN FROM MEEEEEEEE

When I open my eyes this Nigga had the nerve to say “Any questions or comments?”
BRUUUUUUHHHHH.
The way Dr. Clark repeatedly called us ignorant I just felt like I was standing in front, blindfolded, whole classroom got guns.
So Professor Clark gives us the 2nd part of our project that’s like 800% of our final grade. We had to pick a state, pick a hotel to for accommodations for all the needs of sports fans… I think.. I still don’t know. I remember we chose Texas for whatever reason. 

I stayed up all night writing a rough draft of everything I think this man needs just to see if I’m on the right track. I put my heart into this draft. I made a whole pot of coffee, put it on ice, chugged it, booboo’d my life away and went to class. I showed it to him. 

Dr: No no no, Mr. Belafonte this is all wrong, you need to figure out your market, interests, average age, likes dislikes, wants, state birds, fruit, drop out rate, and Bun B’s social security number.

Me: Do I really need a degree?
So I go to the rest of my classes, meet with the group tell them everything he wanted and assigned topics. 
48 Hours. No sleep.

I go back home to rewrite it on top of everything else I have to do for school. Make another pot of coffee, chug it, booboo my life away, go to my 8am Bio class. I walk in at 8:10 And all the desks are spread out.. Why are they spread out? Cause this is the final exam. And the only thing I know is Bun B’s social security number, and the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. 

I’m pretty sure ima let Dr. Clark down so I can’t bomb 2 classes so lemme sit in the back pull my phone out and see if Google can gimme a B.

So while I’m cheating my ass off my stomach feels crazy. It wasn’t like I gotta use the bathroom pain it was just a pain. So I ask my bio professor if caffeine has an effect on your stomach.

Bio professor: oh yea it eats away at the lining your stomach.
Safe to say I have no lining on my stomach… Stomach just raw.
I show my professor what I have so far.

Clark: You’re kinda getting there, you need Dirk Nowitzki’s 3 point average in elementary school and Jerry Jones’ lineage and some other things but keep going.
Me: I WILL be a statistic.
Flake came over my house to write his part.. He fell asleep halfway through while I’m shorting out my computer by crying over the mf. 

Made another pot of coffee cause fuck a stomach lining. Chugged it. Peed Folgers. Went to class
72 Hours. No sleep.

By this time I’m hallucinating. I saw monkeys run across the interstate on my way to class. I tried to talk to someone and all I could do was mumble.
I met with Dr. Clark one more time and When he asked me what my problem was I couldn’t speak because I had a lump in my throat.

Dr: Mr.Belafonte if you don’t have anything to say I have a meeting to get to.

Me: I just… I don’t… *Derek Luke tears*

I don’t know what you want… And I’ve wrote 4 pages every night and it’s not right. And I don’t wanna be in college anymore cause of this project and they hiring at Food lion distribution. I don’t know where those monkeys came from on i95 And the news ain’t say anything about them missing and now I’m sad cause they got unclaimed chimps in Petersburg.

Dr: Mr. Belafonte calm down… Get it together… I’ve seen you’re dedicated and,it’s admirable. Just tell me how many minutes Mike Jones uses  on his phone plan since his he gave his phone number out, and you’ll be on the right track. No go to the restroom and clean yourself up.

Me: *looks in the bathroom mirror* I still don’t know shit… *boo hoos*

Flake sent me his paper so I go into the computer lab to look over it…. Ain’t a complete sentence in these 4 pages. 

I’m screaming into my hands, cussing his ass out. He not there im just venting.

This girl speaks up.

Girl: Teddy,you not right, like I feel like you going in on him you know how he is, don’t be mean.

Me: I’m not being mean, I’ve been working with him about this and all I want is a damn page of something correct. This man has an entire page of shit with red and green lines under them do you know what that means? That means that out of 4 pages this man has one whole page, 250 words that a damn computer program just can’t understand. And he’s ok with that.

So I stay up and fix my paper, and his… Drink another pot of coffee. Booboo’d coffee beans… And went to class.
96 Hours. No sleep.
I was actually very content with my life because I knew I would be admitted to an asylum before the paper was due so everything is ok. I didn’t bother talking to Dr. Clark because at this point fuck him. The paper was due tomorrow and we decided that he was gonna get whatever we had.

I go home, stay up and write my paper and edit Flakes final draft. Drink a pot of coffee. Trim the coffee bean plant in my toilet bowl. 

I turn the paper in and pray that Dr. Clark either gets fired or goes back to the Bahamas for good. 
I slept for 16 Hours. The semester was over. Boris finally pops up and gives me a phone call.

Boris: Aye bruh… Guess what… Dr. Clark said our shit was so bad he had no clue what anybody was talking about and couldn’t find a grade low enough to give us so he gave us C’s and quit.
That’s cool with me. Class of 2011 HOE!
To my brother in Louisiana I hope this raises your spirits a bit. To anyone going through this I’m praying for you and I love you.

Until next time folk!


The Mother’s Day Massacre

Happy Belated Mother’s Day to all of the mother’s out there you are greatly appreciated and I hope it was shown. Nooooooowwwww let’s get to the foolishness.

This Mother’s Day I was out of town with the BM and kids and her gift was late shipping and i, unfortunately have yet to receive it. So I bought flowers the night before but I had to do more to compensate. I figured I could at least make it so she didn’t have to be knee deep in Huggies the whole day so I was on diaper duty. JoJo was actually lenient on his pops. Just a bunch of wet diapers nothing crazy the whole 2 hour trip home. Once we got home I went out to pick up some dinner for us.

Earlier throughout the day I was thinking to myself “You always see those pictures of babies who had crazy diaper blowouts and had crazy colored booboo going up their backs and Jo made it 15 months so far without going crazy.. I have a good baby.”

So you know where I’m going with this story.

Once I return from hunting and gathering I walk in to JoJo doing his usual living room shuffle while saying “Hey DaDa, Hey DaDa”

I’m on my way into the room and this awful stench hits my nose. Does the garbage need to go out?! Is JoJo being weirdly defiant today and dropping deuces on the carpet?! I can’t find the source.

Then the source waddles past me shouting “Aaaayyyyeeee baaayybeeeeee” I look as he walks by annnndddd Pastor Hershey Thomas is making an appearance all the way to the middle of his back. This is my nightmare.

I had to get my HAZMAT suit and prepare the bathroom for this catastrophe so I threw him in his playpen.
When I changed him, I opened his onesie and up front is a whole nother party… He got Jackie Joyner Hershey running up past his belly button.

So I’m standing there, tears in my eyes, trying to figure out how I’m gonna topple this U shaped shit formation and keep my son from grabbing his smothered wee wee, chewing his fingers afterwards, and get this onesie off him without ruining the furniture.

I carry him to the bathroom without blessing my clothes, I may have held him upside down, away from me cause it was also creeping down his legs.

I get him in the tub and it immediately turns into beef broth. I just made this boy stand up and take a shower this was entirely too much he gone have to learn early.

He has no idea what’s going on, he has this big grin on his face and wants to play. At this point I’m thinking he did this on purpose so I’m ready to fight.

Let the water out and the tub looks like a wet packet of Swiss miss. If i had to see it, ya’ll gotta visualize it.

Once I’m putting lotion on him and putting his clothes on his mother conveniently walks in like “Oh… I didn’t know it was that bad”

So she’s a single mother now and JoJo is left with only memories of me playing with him…

It’s probably for the best..

See ya’ll at the NFL draft.


The Scooternator

Some folk know, some don’t. I lived in Nutsac West Virginia for about 9 months. It was quite the experience. Not bad… Not great… I was… There.

The school I went to was pretty big because it was the only Junior high in the county. And there were only 5 black people. I’m exaggerating, maybe 25ish. And of course, not everyone likes each other but there’s like an underlying brotherhood if something went down. But there’s an exception for every rule.

So I’m walking through the Hallways of General Lee Junior High and a fellow brother approaches me.
Bro: Aye Teddy, you heard what happened to me?
Me: Naw, what?
Bro: This damn red neck called me a Nigger!
Me: WHO?!
Bro: Such and such. Ima beat his ass after school Bruh.
Me: I mean if you feel disrespected then you gotta do what you gotta do.

So Bruh was small…. Frail… But I thought he was one of those small dudes that had to fight his whole life so I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he could handle himself since he had so much confidence.

Later on in the day I was in class talking to my boy JB Snooze.
Me: Aye you heard Bruh Tryna fight some red neck that dropped the N bomb on him?
JB: Yeeeaaaa everybody has been telling him not to do it cause he’s gonna lose but he won’t listen.
Me: idk Bruh sounded pretty confident.
JB: You ever seen the dude he wanna fight?
Me: I can’t put a face to the name but I’ve probably seen him.
JB: If you think he has a chance of winning, then you haven’t seen dude. I’ll show you on the way to lunch.

So he points dude out…..
Listen…..
Just listen to Me.
This was the beginning of Me being a conspiracy theorist. At the tender age of 14
I saw dude and I just KNEW that somewhere in 1967 Bull Connor was in a lab in Alabama with a bunch of Klan scientists working on a series of Red neck cyborgs to send to the future and terrorize black folk. This dude was just huge for no damn reason. He looked like a shoulder wearing tight jeans and a tight ass white tee. And folk saying he just got that big working on a farm. Aint that many hay bales in the state of West Virginia. AND by this time I had been at the school for about 5 months. I’ve seen about everybody in the school. I would have noticed somebody strolling round the building built like a Jeep. I’m traumatized and I’m shocked because One: Unless Bruh has some cheat codes or a Gamebreaker or a mushroom, star, the ghost of Jack Johnson. He not winning.
Two: this corrupt ass school is housing this Klan cyborg that Bull Connor sent from the past. IVE NEVER SEEN HIM. And I wish someone from Administration would admit that they kept his ass in a closet plugged up, charging for the first half of the school year and only let him out to terrorize folk. So let’s call him “The Scooternator”

The school day is over and I’m on my way to practice and I hear people calling Bruh name so i know he fighting but maybe they’re cheering him on. When I get closer they have the hallway doors closed. The window of the door was taller than me so I’m jumping up to look through it.
I really wanna tell ya’ll that Bruh was winning this fight. I would love nothing more than to tell you that Bruh defeated The Scooternator and saved his race.
But, instead I have to tell you that every time I jumped up to look through the window, Bruh was being used to scrub the floor. I mean Scooternator is standing there, emotionless, dragging Bruh who I can now call “The Artist Formally Known As RINSE”(RIP).
And folk are letting this go on. They’ve formed a circle. RINSE is laying on the floor looking like Frogger after he lost. And I’m just screaming “SOMEBODY THROW WATER ON HIM AND SHORT CIRCUIT HIS ASS” “FIND A BIG ENOUGH MAGNET AND USE IT TO FRY HIS MOTHERBOARD”. My screams fell on deaf ears. Bull Connor has won.

They suspended Scooternator and I didn’t see him again. So I’m pretty sure he jumped in his vortex and went back to 1967 to get his next assignment.

RINSE had all the respect from me for standing up to the cyborg. But he should’ve done his research. David had a stone and sling shot. Craig had a brick. We live in the mountains.. You’re surrounded by weapons.

To suffice for the L taken…
Have a listen

Until next time, folk.
Love


Papa Bear Chronicles Vol II

Well it happened…. 13 months later but it happened.. Papa Bear made an appearance.

I took JoJo to Walgreens to pick up some medicine for him, he’s not feeling well. He’s sitting in the cart like a grown man… We doing on our patty cake wave. Taupe kid runs up to the cart. Bout 8 or 9. The age of “Know Betterdom” , and reaches out to touch Jo. I gently pushed the cart back a tad bit out of his reach, and said “Can you say Hey JoJo?” so I won’t be 100% rude. The kid just moved closer so I just had to hit him with the “ightightightightightightightight Chill” and started to walk away. Taupe mom goes “Honey I told you you have to ask first before touching people’s kids… Although that man was very rude”

…….. Time of F*ckedupness: Approximately 5:32pm

Me:Pardon me Ma’am, am I the rude man you’re referring to?

TM: Yes, my son had good intentions he loves babies and you shouldn’t have pushed the cart away so rudely.

Me: Did I push the cart away rudely, or did I push the cart away like my 1 year old has a fever and before I got out my car I saw BOTH your sons playing bongos on that nasty ass trash can outside before they came in?

TM: Well that doesn’t-

Me: And I’m willing to bet every dollar in my pocket, the 3 of ya’ll just waltzed ya’ll asses in here, you picked up your Herbal Essence and People Magazine, told them they could each get one snack, and not once made them wash they damn hands…. Call me a liar…

TM: *blank stare*

Me: But I’m supposed to let him rub his hands all on my son face…

TM: *still staring*

Me: The hand sanitizer is on the counter behind you…. Black Lives Matter…

*Fade to Pharmacy*