…when I was a young I’m not a kid anymore but some days I sit and wish I was a kid again…
I remember growing up causing mad havoc. I lived with my dad then. I ran away from my mom’s house cause I was just not doing well. She married this dude and we moved in with him. He was a good dude too, but at ten, after it just being me and her and occasionally my older sister, I just lost my mind. One day I’m going to have to revisit that, and see if that has anything to do with the voices inside my head…
Anywho, I ran away, because I had been getting in a lot of trouble. I was smoking cigarettes, I robbed my mom’s piggy bank full of silver coins and 50 cent pieces to go the store at the top of the hill every morning to buy candy that I really didn’t need, but it was fun, so I did it. I remember the day clear as a damn bell. I stole her red silk blouse, with the cowl neck and I put it on at school. I don’t know why but I was into that older shit then. The day was going fine, it was smooth sailing, and then after lunch this boy named Joey was beating up on my home girl (they were just playing-but I didn’t know then) so I clocked him one. And this teacher, Mrs. Buzzasims, I must have been working her last nerve cause she chased me into the girls bathroom, and we got into a scuffle. She was trying to rough me up a bit, but I wasn’t going out like that. And some kind of way, she caught me. (of course I don’t remember that part) and she tore my momma’s shirt. Now for some strange reason, I wasn’t really concerned with getting into it with the boy, or with her… My momma’s shirt was fucked up!… So I said fuck it. Two tears ina bucket. Me and my kicks were on our way.
Now I was like 9 or 10 mind you, I just cut out. This is back then when I feared nothing. I mean, the walk to my dad’s house was a cool 15 miles. And I was determined to get there. Footing it. I didn’t know about the buses then. But I wish I had. I walked!!!! Looking back now, I’ll be damned. But I did it. Daddy was going to rescue me and make it all better. Half way there, sure no one was on my trail, I called my dad’s job collect. They did that shit back then. He was like where you at? To a 9 or 10 year old… that’s a good ass question. I remember, I was like, “by that place with the tennis rackets on the outside. And you always pass by it when you take us home and when you go to mcdonald’s. Some how, some way, he knew where I was like that. He sent my captain sav-a-hoe Auntie and Uncle to come swoop and my ignorant ass behind thought it was all good in the hood.
Surprisingly though, I didn’t get a whoopin. He just took me right back to my mama’s house and told me I couldn’t run to him instead of facing my fears. WHAT????? Esqueeze me????
But back in the day, things were just simple. What do you mean no? Why? But I am the QUEEN, are u talking to me????
My mom was hecka strict. And my dad was just the coolest. I mean he still can do no wrong, but he was the mutha fuckin’ man then. I remember on his weekends to come and pick us up, we would expect him to come get us bitch azz early in the morning. What do you mean 12 or 1? PM? R U serious? Every red car that would pass, looked just like dads.
Those were the days man. Curtis was, and still is the shit. And I look at my daughter and son and see how they look up to their dad. Unbeknownst to them the errors of his ways. They worship the ground he walks on. He’s the dad can I have dad? And I’m the, I’m asking you cause dad’s not around mom. I’m the sit you ass down and shut up mom and he’s the dad is so fun and let’s me have junk til I can bust dad.
Oh how the tables will turn… HEHEHEHEHEHEHE…
