attention to the cleanliness of
her house. I sat there and thought that
that’s the problem with the families of Officers, they don’t ever think about
the type of job that we do or think about the type of day that we might have
had in our line of work. I am well
sauced up now and all my emotions are about to boil over. I stand up and am about to yell back at her
through the door. I was about to say,
‘Listen here woman,’ but then I thought better of it and rationalized that even
with the gun I had, I stood no chance against the “Birmingham battle cat from Alabama!” It would be straight suicide.
I fall to my bed and ask myself if it can get any worse than
this. Then at that moment, she opens my
door without knocking. I look at her
like, ‘I could have been naked!’ She
flings a piece of mail at me and slams the door back then yells as she walks
away, “That was slid under the front door when I came in and besides you ain’t
got nothing I ain’t seen before boy!” I sits there for a moment and stares at her through the door
as if she was standing there and could see me. I then open the letter that I see is from my baby momma and at that
moment things just got worse. It was a
court order to pay child support. Damn. I sat there drunk, lying back on my bed with
the letter on my stomach with my eyes half closed. My windows were wide open and I did not hear
a peep, I mean no gun shots, no Police or fire truck sirens, no nothing. Even my moms stopped beefing. I got up, put my gun on my mini-table and
started taking it apart to clean it because as far as I can remember, it’s
always quiet before the storm.
CHAPTER
21
‘Let me see, umm, this is from last Christmas, and this one
is from her school clothes last year.’ A
few months have gone by and now I am sitting in the waiting area at Child
Support Court. I have receipts in my
mouth, and in both hands, and in the Timberland shoe box sitting on my
lap. I am trying to put all of these
“special occasion holiday dad” receipts in order to prove to the Judge that I
take care of my kids. I take a look
around and all I see is a lot of hate and anger on the faces of men and smiles
and chit chat amongst the women. I see
my wife sitting by herself a few benches down from me. We had been coming back and forth to court for
months because she was pregnant. After she
had the baby, which was not mine, she could make the court date. I wasn’t mad that she had a baby by another
man because I knew that I was running through the jails swinging my dick from
left to right. She and I were on
speaking terms for the kids’ sake and that’s it. My situation was not like most C.O.’s
situation where due to mandatory overtime they’re never home and the spouses
tend to stray.
I was sitting there nervous with my heart pounding and sweat
rolling down from my un-kept hair with a little jerry curl juice rolling down
with it. I was now thinking about all of
the horror stories that I had heard from other C.O.s. One C.O. that I knew had quit the job and got
a McDonalds job because it was no longer worth it for him to come to work due
to the garnishment. Another went and
tried to kill his spouse and now he’s doing time. I remember when I first got on the job and
was sitting in the Officers’ cafeteria, a female Officer came over to the table
where I was sitting and started coming on to me. She was telling me how big and handsome I was
and that she would spend a lot of money on me if I became her boy toy. I was flattered until I noticed that she was
talking loud enough for everyone in the area to hear it. Then she stood up and started yelling and
pointing at another male Officer that was sitting at another table across from
us, saying, “That’s right! I tricks that money I get from this nigga here every month,
aaalll fourteen hundred of it! Yeeeeah, and it ain’t shit he
her house. I sat there and thought that
that’s the problem with the families of Officers, they don’t ever think about
the type of job that we do or think about the type of day that we might have
had in our line of work. I am well
sauced up now and all my emotions are about to boil over. I stand up and am about to yell back at her
through the door. I was about to say,
‘Listen here woman,’ but then I thought better of it and rationalized that even
with the gun I had, I stood no chance against the “Birmingham battle cat from Alabama!” It would be straight suicide.
I fall to my bed and ask myself if it can get any worse than
this. Then at that moment, she opens my
door without knocking. I look at her
like, ‘I could have been naked!’ She
flings a piece of mail at me and slams the door back then yells as she walks
away, “That was slid under the front door when I came in and besides you ain’t
got nothing I ain’t seen before boy!” I sits there for a moment and stares at her through the door
as if she was standing there and could see me. I then open the letter that I see is from my baby momma and at that
moment things just got worse. It was a
court order to pay child support. Damn. I sat there drunk, lying back on my bed with
the letter on my stomach with my eyes half closed. My windows were wide open and I did not hear
a peep, I mean no gun shots, no Police or fire truck sirens, no nothing. Even my moms stopped beefing. I got up, put my gun on my mini-table and
started taking it apart to clean it because as far as I can remember, it’s
always quiet before the storm.
CHAPTER
21
‘Let me see, umm, this is from last Christmas, and this one
is from her school clothes last year.’ A
few months have gone by and now I am sitting in the waiting area at Child
Support Court. I have receipts in my
mouth, and in both hands, and in the Timberland shoe box sitting on my
lap. I am trying to put all of these
“special occasion holiday dad” receipts in order to prove to the Judge that I
take care of my kids. I take a look
around and all I see is a lot of hate and anger on the faces of men and smiles
and chit chat amongst the women. I see
my wife sitting by herself a few benches down from me. We had been coming back and forth to court for
months because she was pregnant. After she
had the baby, which was not mine, she could make the court date. I wasn’t mad that she had a baby by another
man because I knew that I was running through the jails swinging my dick from
left to right. She and I were on
speaking terms for the kids’ sake and that’s it. My situation was not like most C.O.’s
situation where due to mandatory overtime they’re never home and the spouses
tend to stray.
I was sitting there nervous with my heart pounding and sweat
rolling down from my un-kept hair with a little jerry curl juice rolling down
with it. I was now thinking about all of
the horror stories that I had heard from other C.O.s. One C.O. that I knew had quit the job and got
a McDonalds job because it was no longer worth it for him to come to work due
to the garnishment. Another went and
tried to kill his spouse and now he’s doing time. I remember when I first got on the job and
was sitting in the Officers’ cafeteria, a female Officer came over to the table
where I was sitting and started coming on to me. She was telling me how big and handsome I was
and that she would spend a lot of money on me if I became her boy toy. I was flattered until I noticed that she was
talking loud enough for everyone in the area to hear it. Then she stood up and started yelling and
pointing at another male Officer that was sitting at another table across from
us, saying, “That’s right! I tricks that money I get from this nigga here every month,
aaalll fourteen hundred of it! Yeeeeah, and it ain’t shit he
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