What is in the Water?

Hey everybody,

So I've named this blog "What is in the Water?" because I look up and over the course of the weekend, three people have died. The fact that people die is normal, but so many people and so quickly...it's baffling. There's gotta be something in the water..something that is taking these men before their time...and it is very sad. Now, I'm in Chicago, so I knew of Bernie Mac before he became Bernie Mac, I'd seen some of his live performances at local clubs and heard about him from older friends. From that, and being in the City of Wind, I knew a lot of people were so happy that he'd become something, were proud of his accomplishments and his sense of humility was so strong that he'd go hang out in the projects, on the street corner, all that. He'd told someone in a store that he didn't need security because even though he was in movies, he'd still f**k a n***a up if they came at him wrong. Which of course sent everyone into laughter. Chicago is truly mourning this guy, their hometown hero, and someone who gave them the idea that if he could succeed, so could they. It's sad because he was a young man, since 50 is the new 30, and was in his prime. My prayers and thoughts go out to his family, friends and those who truly loved him. Not his movies, but the father, the son and the true individual that he was outside of the tv shows, movies and radio spots. 

Now Issac Hayes. Damn! I just found out he had passed a few minutes ago, in between playing with the cats and watching Saw on the SciFi Channel. I'm always sad to hear of the passing of a musician, especially one of Hayes' stature. At this time, there is no known cause of his death, but he was found by a treadmill in his home. I would venture a guess and say with his age, 65, in combination with maybe not so great health, he could have had a heart attack or stroke. I am not a doctor, but it's a guess. 

The two men knew each other and were friendly, and now have each other to spend time with in heaven. I truly hope that they are in a better place, keeping an eye on all of us down here on earth. My condolences to their families, loved ones, children and other kinfolk. It's a sad thing to lose a loved one...especially way before their time, as was the case in both of these gentlemen.

Soul Men, you will be missed. Rest in Peace.

Bernard Jeffrey McCullough aka "Bernie Mac" (October 5, 1957-August 9, 2008)

Isaac Lee Hayes Jr. (August 20, 1942-August 10, 2008)

Patiently Impatient/Adventures with a Crackhead

Hey,

I'm blogging today about something that I keep running into...my damn sense of impatience. I am patient when it comes to a lot of things, but some things just irritate me so much, I feel as if I'm gonna pull my hair out because it annoys me that much. Like slow ass drivers, people who cannot understand that just because some chick with a big ass is outside, traffic on main thoroughfares does not need to come to a complete crawl. Chicks with big asses in the hood aren't that rare anymore. Get over it.  Seriously, guys.

I had to go out to Sears to pick up two air conditioners that the owner of my building bought for my apartment, and the pick-up service is supposed to take 5 minutes. Guess how long I sat waiting...an HOUR. Not cool. It wasn't busy, but the one attendant, an older guy who resembled Mr. Burns a lot, down to the three moles on his head...was moving as slow as molasses. Finally, the air conditioners came out, and it took him 10 minutes to get the cart they were on to my car (about 5 feet away from the door, if that)...which was crazy. Then, he wanted to sit and assess the space in my backseat to put them in. This fool literally sat in my car, in the passenger seat and was staring in my backseat. So, while he did that, guess what I did? I put the air conditioners in my car. MYSELF. I literally kicked Mr. Burns out of my whip...and yes, I know it was rude, but he was aggravating me. I'm starting to realize I don't like old people.

Also, I just have to say crack is a foul thing. There's a crackhead or 'clucker' as they can be called, who basically walks up and down a main street, looking for crack. She's a white lady and if I remember, the next time I see her I'll take her picture and put it up instead of the picture of Tyrone Biggums to the left. Anyway, she's doing whatever for crack, following people around the neighborhood, asking the local crack dealers if she can trade a sexual favor for a rock, etc. Now, I'm not gonna lie, I live in the hood. Part of me loves it because there is a local 'color' in the neighborhood, but I hate it too because that color can become invasive if you're trying to study. Anyway, Crackhead Shirley (as she calls herself), was strolling up and down the street in a two-piece bathing suit a couple of nights ago. As I was filling up my car at the gas station, I noticed her stroll up. She seemed unusually cranky, and I didn't speak to her. In line in front of a bunch of teenage boys, as I paid for my gas, I heard a voice say "I'll suck your d!ck for two dollars." I turned around, as a reaction, (really to see who the hell said that) and met her eyes. She said to me, "B!tch, I wasn't talking to you!" and started getting angry...so I walked off and was like, "OK!" I see her again today in the afternoon, she's still wearing the same bathing suit and she's all, "Hey GIRL!!" and literally tries to run to me as I'm getting into my car. I looked at her and was like, 'hey' and kept on riding. She tried to get three dollars to wash my car, but I wasn't giving her or it any mind.

I'm patiently impatient...I have a sense of patience, but I can't stand nonsense. I can't stand waiting in the heat or dealing with people with crack problems. I don't like being in the middle of your shit, and it irritates me. So, lesson for today, leave me out of it, leave me be. Your ears and my throat will thank you.

*Ashley Robin*