The Life & Times of Brown Sugar II

It has been almost a week that my computer has been broke down. I haven’t even attempted to tackle with that thang since I tried to get some over- the -phone troubleshooting from Yolanda and her HH. HH even said that my attempt to fix my computer was futile and to just unplug it, pack it up and take it back where I got it from. LMAO How encouraging was that?!? Caramel Complexion said that she would help me out too. All I have to do is take my computer over to her place and she’ll check it out from there. *sigh* Ohhh…..woe is me.

On a good note, I was on television TWICE yesterday. I was on the 6 o’clock news AND 10 o’clock news. Isn’t that just dandy? Yeah….Brown Sugar had her five minutes of fame. tee hee Although, I wasn’t on there for a good reason. I’m handling a case where an elderly woman was flim flamed. We wanted to put it out there for the people in Atlanta to see because there have actually been approximately 16 reported incidents of the same manner. I didn’t say a whole lot during our press conference but they got all of what I did say on there. I know the other detective was like, “Da hell?!? I did all that talking for nothing and they only showed a snippet of me?!?” Before we even started, they asked who was going to do most of the talking and I quickly said his name. LOL Oh well. I guess they liked how and what I said better. *shrug* I feel the hate already. First, I get Investigator of the month and now this. What next?!? hee hee Speaking of the hate, my Sergeant and I were talking yesterday before the press conference. He told me that while he and my former lieutenant were talking about the upcoming press conference, she asked him who was going to be doing the talking. When he told her I was, she immediately said, “Well you know they (other investigators) already say you show her favoritism. *rolling eyes* Bitch…get over it! I’m so tired of that shit. Anyway, he asked her which investigator told her that and she gave him a name. However, he won’t tell me. I told him that I’d just like to know because I don’t want to be smiling and laughing with a muthaphucka who is hating on me on the sly. Know what I mean? Or should I even care? Being the person that I am, it’s hard for me NOT to care. That shit will continue to fester in me until I find out who said that shit. Until then, all these muthaphuckas in this office are going to feel the wrath of Brown Sugar. I got something for their ass….. I won’t say shit to any of their monkey asses unless they ask me a question. You’d think in a profession like mine, there would be all kinds of camaraderie. But it’s not. These muthaphuckas be on some crabs in a barrel type shit. Don’t want you to succeed. Haters…haters….and more haters. *taking big gulp of my hatercide…wiping mouth* I’m not going to let ‘em hold me down. I got plans. Yep. I got plans. Now I just have to put my plan(s) into action.

On a sad note, my mother just called me to tell me that my aunt (her sister) is in the hospital. She said that the doctors are saying there is nothing that they can do to help her at this point. My aunt has been having health problems over the past few years. She’s been in and out of the hospital. However, this time it doesn’t look good. Hopefully, she will get better and pull through. When my mother called me this morning, I could hear in her voice that something was wrong. My heart immediately dropped when I heard her voice. I didn’t know what she was going to tell me. I always fear getting that inevitable phone call that a loved one is sick or has died. Before she even told me that my aunt was in the hospital, I was afraid that she was going to tell me something about my son or my father. Although, I was relieved to hear nothing was wrong with them, I was still sad to hear about my aunt.

My family is strange. Particularly, my mother’s side of the family. Not that we aren’t close or anything. Well…I am close with some and not so close with others. I had two aunts and an uncle that lived 30 minutes away from us while growing up. We used to go visit them a lot. However, they never really visited us. Eventually, we stopped going to visit them. Every now and then, if we were down their way, we’d stop by. But that was it. You see, outside of my immediate family, I’m not really that close with other family members.

I remember my mother telling me how she and my father moved up to Michigan after college and stayed with her sister until they got on their feet. Her and my father eventually got their own place and moved out. My mother told me how her sisters would laugh at her and my father because they didn’t have much at the time. They had a mattress on the floor that they slept on. One Thanksgiving, all they could afford was bologna and bread. It seemed as though my aunts were happy that my parents were struggling. Things got better for them. My dad got a job offer and he and my mama relocated to another city, thirty minutes north of there. This was back in the day when my hometown was bustling with opportunities. General Motors employed most of the city. Neither of my parents worked for GM though. At some point, my parents started working for the city. There they remained until they retired. Throughout the years, it seems that the better off my parents became, the more distant she became from her sisters. They would never call her to tell her about things going on in the family. She’d have to find out things from one of her other sisters that lived in another state.

I could go on and on about how f*cked up my family relations are and or used to be. But I won’t. It’s not to say that I’m not a family oriented person - because I am. I love my immediate family as well as those outside of my immediate family. I’ve always opened my home up to family members who’ve been in need of places to stay. Be it for a couple of days or a month or two. Shoot. I’m like that with my friends too. That’s just the type of person I am.

Why is it that people like to see you suffer? Nobody likes to see you succeed. Especially if they’re not succeeding too. But if you’re struggling, they’re happy. Like some misery loves company type sh*t. I’m not saying that everybody is like that. Because I am definitely not like that. If somebody is doing good, I am the first to congratulate and be happy for you. I mean, unless I just flat out don’t like your ass. Then I won’t have sh*t to say to you. But that’s a different story. If you’re happy, I’m happy. If you’re sad, I’m sad for or with you. If you’re mad, I’m mad with you. I’m that muthaphucka that will do late night drive-bys with you to see if you’re man/woman is creeping. And will be mad as hell too. LOL I’ll even get out there and fight that b*tch with you. LMAO Ok…ok. I digress. But I just wanted to give you an idea.

You’re probably saying, “Brown Sugar is trippin.” Naw….I’m really just venting. That’s all. These are just some of my thoughts. Although, they might not sound so put together. I’m just writing the thoughts that come to my head.
Isn’t that what this blog is for? Jotting down my thoughts? I have a whole lotta sh*t built up. LOL I haven’t even scratched the surface.