When the Right thing, ends up being the right thing

Ok. It's time to breathe a sigh of relief. I finally got everything worked out for the eviction thing. And finally got to sleep. I was working (again) on coffee and Newports.
I felt like a damn crack head! (speaking of which..I have a story to tell!~later)

It was CRAZY! I was trying to find a lawyer to help me out, and the sad thing is, no one wanted to help! So, I turned to one of my fellow bloggers..the one..the only..*SHOUT OUT*
CLOSET OWNER! to enlist some help, just for the purpose of calming myself down and maintaining what little sanity I had left at that point. (I say this because he lives in a different state, and he is not exactly educated in the laws of my state.) And although I don't really feel like talking about it, my eviction was because of the (loaded) gun in my residence with my son living there.

And he came thru for ya girl! It just made me feel better, knowing that I have some sort of resource. AND..

I holla'd at my girl in *SHOUT OUT*MIAMI!! Yep, I was ready to sell my shit and grab the boy and head to Miami! While this is not totally out of the equation, atleast I know I am not being FORCED to move..right! Tee..thanks so much for your insight..and offering up a place to crash for a minute!

So, now that I (partially) got my head together..I still have a lot of mess to deal with based on the theft of my gun..I am not back focused on becoming gainfully employed.

Then, I can continue on with my happy life as it once was.

So, maybe doing the right thing was the right thing. Right?

When the right thing..is really the wrong thing

I got an eviction notice today. Yep..being kicked out of the crib for illegal activity.
Not sure how this works out, but it looks like I got a fight on my hands.

I am tired of doing the right thing and then being screwed.
All the years that I did the wrong thing, and shit went smooth.
I start trying to be a good person and I get shit on.

I have a lot of research to do..so, I'm out.
I'll keep everyone posted.

Wish me luck.

Lotsa love!
~Bren

The rest of the DRAMA!

The first thing out of her mouth was that he had nothing to do with it.

I understand how easy (and sometimes necessary) it is to go in to momma bear mode.
I do it all the time. What I had to ask myself over and over again was what would I do,
If this was the boy? What if this was his shit? What lengths would I go to, to protect him?

I answered my own question. His fucking little ass would not be in bed..he would be out there pointing SOMEONE in the direction of that gun..he would be getting the ass whoopin of his life. I would have figured out from jump that he was involved. I would know this because I am an involved parent. The clues were so obvious. I was shocked that she proclaimed his innocence. And I was pissed.
He would be telling me the goddamn truth.
I also heard that her son was trying to sell the bullets to my neighbor!
WTF??

She became frustrated with me quickly. How DARE I accuse her son of this.
She told me that she would call me back later, (read: I don't want to fucking talk to you, bitch)
I figured that I would not ever hear from her again.

I put on my burglar clothes (dark pants, long sleeves, sweatshirt, and Tims) and a black skully.
I grabbed my cell phone, and Newports.
It was gonna be a hell of a morning, because I was going out into the haunted woods to look for my own shit. (LOL @ baby daddy, always joking back in the day "The FBI called here for you today..they want to HIRE YOU!!" and I know that's right..I have no problem solving a mystery!!)

The gun, as I suspected was nowhere to be found. I knew exactly what the fuck was going on.
It was not out there, and I knew this. But was I the only one? Apparently, because when I got back into the house, my girlfriend called me back.
She told me that the police had been at her house this morning @6am searching her sons room. They also told her that they were coming back this evening to search his room again with the gun dog, and to also search the woods again.

I was furious. Why would they tell her that? Why would they give her the heads up what kind of moves they had planned? What if her son had taken the gun to school and fucking shot someone? I would be all over the goddamn news. Hell no. I was not about to wait for that. I was gonna get this shit solved.

I called the police. I told them that I felt like I was living in goddamn Maybury. And that Barney Fife was leading the investigation.
They were not at all happy with my sarcasm.
I also asked them if they warn everyone that they are about to raid.
I told them that's just like calling a drug house and telling them that they will be there at 6pm to raid their house.
"Does that make any sense?" I asked.
The girl that I was talking to took just a little too long to respond to my question.
I answered my own question for her...."the answer is NO. It doesn't."

And then, I did what any other frustrated citizen would do when the police aren't doing their jobs.

I called the fucking MEDIA. And I told them what was up. And they were quite interested. And I sang like a fucking bird. I told them everything that they wanted to know. They called me back and told me that they were sending the gun dog to the school to do a locker search, and that he would call me back.

Not 20 minutes later, fucking RAMBO was knocking, NO, POUNDING on my door.
I knew from his anger that he knew that the media was involved.
And he did something that almost got his fucking ass beat.
(I will fight a cop!)
He accused the boy. MY BOY.
HE gave me this scenario:
"YOUR SON is responsible for this."
"YOUR SON was outside bragging, "My mamma got a gun! My mamma got a gun!"
"YOUR SON took the gun outside and was waving it around, showing everyone."
"YOUR SON told the boys where to find the gun."
"YOUR SON gave them the key."
He wanted to know.."Where is YOUR SON??"

If looks could kill.. ol'boy would be six feet under. I said
"MY SON is AT SCHOOL..and SAY "YOUR SON" to me one more time motherfucker!
..you don't know what the fuck you're talking about"
I was shocked, but not surprised that came out of my mouth.
(I keep tellin ya'all ya girl is undercover thug)

I was about to step in his face, and my girlfriend got in the middle of us.
She was like..just wait a minute..I think there has been a misunderstanding...

After she explained the dynamics of me, the boy, my girlfriend and her son,
(my son and her son are NOT friends.) He understood.
And he left.

I received a call from the local NEWS. It was a reporter and he wanted to interview me.
I gave him all the latest information, and he assured me that the Police Department was no longer sleeping on this.

About 2 hours later, my girlfriend and her son were knocking on my door.
He was crying. She..well..I don't know what she was. Mad?...maybe.
It seemed very difficult for her to accept her sons responsibility in all this.
She made excuses for him every opportunity that she got. She blamed it on his friends.
She said that even though he let them in my apartment, and he was aware that I was not home, and he participated in going thru my drawers, he was not to blame.
He took nothing.

The police..well..they see a different story. They charged him, and 2 of his friends with
Breaking and Entering, burglary, and Theft of a firearm.
They recovered the gun, and arrested the boys.

The funniest thing of this whole thing, was when the officer came back to my apartment to explain who was charged, and how and when I could get my gun back.
We were standing outside my door, and the boy comes running up.
When he saw us there, he stopped short, and I waved for him to come on..
"Hi Mom" he said very uneasy. "I just came to get my karaoke machine.."
he went inside, and appeared a minute later with it.
"Bye Mom..I'm going back over my friends house to play.."

I looked at the police officer, that just a few hours earlier,
was accusing this same boy of being the mastermind of all this..
I could not resist. I just couldn't.
"There goes the mastermind of this whole thing.." I said sarcastically.
"My gun wielding child..you know..the one that is responsible for all of this?..
Well..he is going to sing karaoke."

The officer looked like he wanted to slap the shit out of me. Or atleast choke me.
~LOL~

I have not talked to my girlfriend since then. She, apparently did not like my attitude towards her and her son..I mean..according to her..they were here to apologize..and I should be more understanding.

She also told a mutual friend, that she wants me to work with her and her attorney, and possibly the States Attorney, to get her son community service, and not have this convicted as a felony. She thinks that it is unreasonable to have this affect him for the rest of his life.

I still believe that neither one of them understand the magnitude of this crime.
But not to worry....they will. And trust me...if I have any say, he will pay for this to the greatest extent of the law. He will be punished.

I believe our friendship is officially over.
And her son?
Well, I saw him outside playing basketball with his friends today,
and his big birthday bash is this weekend.
My girlfriend rented a hall, is having the affair catered, and got a DJ.

I know..let's reward bad behavior with a fucking birthday party.

And we wonder why there are so many criminals in the world.

More of the DRAMA!

I called Marvin in the morning, and had him come change my locks. I told him everything that was going on..he couldn't believe all this mess.

Neither could I.

So while talking to baby daddy, he decided that this was not an adult.
And here's why:

The person that took the boys key had to be someone that has been invited into my apartment.
I don't associate with criminals. Drama people, yes. Criminals, no.
The more I thought of who has been in my apartment, the more I had a suspect.
Or should I say suspects.

I called my girlfriend. We have been friends for about 4 years. I met her when I moved to this neighborhood. The only problems that we have ever had are concerning her kids.
They are bad as shit, and bully all the other kids in the neighborhood.
Of course, she is oblivious to all of this..

One of them just turned 13 and the other one will soon be 12. Most of the problems always revolved around the 12 year old. But the both have a mouth on them like nobody's business.
They will curse an adult in a second. And she will always justify their behavior.
Always.

Well, the 13 year old came by to see the puppy the prior week.
He had 2 of his friends with him.
They stayed for maybe 5 minutes, and let themselves out. Her son is always poppin in to say hello. I guess I am the cool mom, by their standards, and he likes to show off how comfortable he is at my house. Well, the more I thought about it, the more my suspicions grew.

I figured I would go into crime solvers mode, and call my girlfriend and run all this past her, just to see what she had to say about it.

Well, would you be shocked if I said that her son told her that he "found" a key on Thursday or Friday? And it just so happened, that he had the key? She had him bring the key to my house.
Marvin still had not collected the old locks, but this just wasn't any key...it was a vanity key.
It had the logo of the Washington Redskins on it. And the boy wears it around his neck. Anyone that found that key, knows just what apartment door it fits...mine.

He brought the key, and started asking questions about the incident. I told him that they took fingerprints (not true..but I wanted to scare the shit of this little felon) and that they would know in a few days who took the gun. Then he said something that made my blood run cold.

He told me that on Friday, he FOUND A GUN...out in the field. And that he was pretty sure that it was mine. And the there were no bullets in the gun, and that he picked it up, and got scared and threw it in the woods. But not to worry..he would bring me the gun as soon as he got home from school. He knew just where he threw it.

His mother suggested that we go outside (in the dark..with flashlights) to look for the gun.
We walked back to the woods where he claimed he threw it. I searched for about an hour in the dark. There were sticker bushes and thick brush. I was afraid..it was like a damn haunted house back there, only no house. Just the haunted part.

After we looked for a few minutes, I realized that he was lying about the whereabouts of the gun. That little fucker knew exactly where it was..and I was about to put a full court press on his little felon ass.

He had many questions, all of them asked with fear. I matter of factly answered them with the worst possible scenario. He was afraid, and I could smell his fear. Yep. This child will crack by the morning, I thought to myself. And his mother..completely oblivious.

Once I got back in the house, I called the police. They stated that they were sending a gun dog to search the woods. They wanted my friends son to come point out to them where the gun was thrown. I called my girlfriend and told her. It was 10pm, and she refused to send him outside. She said that she was not sending him out because he had school.
She fucking flat out refused! I pointed them in the right direction, but I explained to them that the gun more than likely was not there...but I believed that her son new exactly where the gun was. They were treating this like it was no big deal. They said that they would not question him tonight, and that they would look for the gun without his help.

Once they decided that the gun was not there, they left.
I felt like they had no sense of urgency in finding this weapon.
I felt like they weren't doing their job.
I was tired, and frustrated. I came back in the house.
There was nothing else that I could do.

I was up all night. Fueled by Nicotine and coffee, I was on sleepless night number 2.

Bright and early Monday morning, I called my girlfriend.
I told her that I was up all night and was trying to figure out how to tell her that her son and his friends was responsible for all of this.



**Stay tuned for the conclusion**

Drama, Drama, DRAMA!!

**I started this post on Saturday..I was not able to finish it because of all the drama**

The Howard County Po-Po just left my house.

This all started because the boy noticed something very disturbing today.
His house key was missing. It was the only key that he had in his key chain.
The kind that you hang around your neck.

We were getting ready to leave home, to go to my mother's.
He was spending the night tonight.

He thinks, or to hear him tell it, he knows that his father took the key.
He used his 10 year old logic to figure this out.
Who else would take a key to our house? he wondered.
Good question.

Last February, my ski jacket came up missing. Not just any ski jacket, but a brand new
Columbia 3 in 1 that cost me over $200.00. I accused baby daddy of taking it, and he made me feel foolish about it. He was like..who the fuck would steal a damn coat?

YOU WOULD MOTHERFUCKER!!


So, when I get home tonight, I looked to see if my money was still on my bar where I left it.
My girlfriend ran out of checks, and wanted to know if I could write 2 checks for her.
Both for $100.00. Sure, I said. No problem.
This was Thursday night. I told her that I would have to put the money in the bank
to cover the checks seeing that I have not worked in 2 months..and I have NO MONEY!
So, she gave me the cash, and I put it in a cup on the bar.

When I walk in the door, I go straight for the bar..sure'nuf cash GONE.
GONE do you hear me! Fucking Gone.

I sat down on the couch to think. I just took $40.00 of that money last night because
the boy's school sponsored a Bingo, and we signed up to go. I figured they would have snacks
and stuff..I wanted him to have a good time, since we haven't really been doing fun stuff since I haven't been working.

I start to look in all my hiding spots. Maybe I put it somewhere else, right?
So, I go to my top drawer. Holy SHIT. My gun is gone.
Yes, MY FUCKING GUN. GONE.
How fucking scary is that.

So, I call the police. And they come take a report. The officer advises me that kids in my neighborhood may be responsible for another break in. But she feels like baby daddy is responsible for this. I, however, am not so sure. I know that he does shit to get under my skin.
But this...well, this is too much for even him. He is not that damn bold. Well, he is, but I don't think this has his name on it...I just have that feeling.

Of course, I get the lecture about having a loaded gun in my residence with a child here.
Okay, I will listen to that..but I will not explain myself. Yeah, I know it's a crime.
And I guess I am guilty of that. But I will say again just like I told the officer:

"I am a single parent. I have a child to protect. There is crime. I am afraid. Period.
If there is something that you need to do because of this..then let's do the damn thing."

I KNOW HIM. He is well aware that I keep a loaded gun in the house. He doesn't trip off of it. It's just a 'thing' to him. He is not allowed to touch it, and he knows that. He is not aware of where I keep it, but was told that if he ever sees it to LEAVE IT ALONE.
It could KILL him. He understands.
CLEARLY.

I put a chair under my damn door knob so that I could stay awake all night and stare at the ceiling. I could not close my eyes if I wanted to.

The next morning I called baby daddy. As I figured, I did not get the feeling from him that he had anything to do with this mess. But we came up with some theory's and they were quite interesting...

Kid Drama at the door

The boy came inside right after school today. He wanted to take Cleopatra
(the new puppy, don't ask!) for a walk. I was on the couch watching Judge Judy.

I hear some commotion at the door as the boy is going outside.
I heard a man's voice talking to the boy.
No, more like yelling at the boy.

I yelled to the boy.."Who is that?"
"It's Berhan..and his father" he says calmly.

Oh. really.
I get off the couch and go to the door. There is this Indian man with his
bad ass son standing at my door.
Yes, I said BAD ASS son.
I have heard this boy's name around the neighborhood.
He has never messed with the boy, but with other kids.

Lately, the boy has been taking the law into his own hands.
I am kinda on the fence about that, but I think he's at the age
where he don't want his mamma commin outside to kick every
kids ass in the neighborhood that messes with him. ~LOL~
(ya'all know, I will fight a child!)

I am not a hypocrite. I tell kids all the time about themselves.
It's always brief. I put the fear of God in them and go back inside.
I feel like this: If you see my child in the neighborhood and you want to
say something to him (simple, like.."Don't do that"..or "Leave him alone"
..not no hour long lecture about right vs. wrong or boys vs. girls..cuz that's my job)
because he is doing something he shouldn't be
or he has done something wrong to your child..okay, I feel ya on that.
If he comes home and tells me, and I have a problem with it, we will deal with that.
But DON'T come to my damn door and carry on with THE BOY.
Ask for me, and I will come straighten it out.
Like an adult.


When I get to the door, the boy is talking. He is in 'explain mode'
He says "I didn't punch him. I turned around and hit him with my elbow.
It was an accident, he was all up on me and I didn't know he was standing there.."

He looks at Berhan and says:
"But I shudda punched you because you pushed me!"

Berhan's father:
"Wellllll. My son sed dat you het him with punch. Now dat not accident.."
"My son sed dat he pushed you being sar kass tek. You take dat all wrong."
"I know dat he pushed you first. But you dunt know how to take it from him."

HUH???
Don't play.

The boy looked at me. And I gave him the *WELL??* look.
And he gave me the *say something* look.

So I say.."Well, it looks like there are many kids in this neighborhood that don't know how to keep their hands to themselves. Do they??
(I specifically looked at the boy)
(I looked at Berhan's father) "How do you push someone being sarcastic? I don't think I understand that..."

And this man took his child and walked away. Okay. I guess you don't want to hear the rest, then, right? So I say as he is walking away.."Well, don't come to my house to confront the boy and then run like a bitch when I come to the door!!..keep your bad ass kid in the house then."
~LOL~ at myself.

Did I just say that?
Yeah. I did.
I mean damn! I know the boy gets himself into some shit.
I'm not oblivious to that. I know he has his moments.
And I let him know about himself.
Just because I don't loud him out and embarrass him in front of the whole
damn neighborhood, don't mean that he just runs around doing
whatever the hell he wants to do. It's just not like that.
No matter what anyone wants to believe.

I got the boy in check. Don't worry about that.
Worry about you and yours. And I won't have to
come out my door and make you look like a fool.
Or fight your child.

I promise I won't.

Baby Daddy done lost his effing mind

Baby daddy called today. He wanted to come see the boy.
Of course, as always, I was hesitant.
As always, I am pissed at him.

Do you know that this muthafucker had the nerve to tell me that
I SHOULD NOT EXPECT HIM TO BE THE ONLY ONE TO HELP ME SUPPORT THE BOY???!!

Yes, he said that out his mouth. I swear, had he been in my zip code, I wudda spit on him.
~LOL @ Flava Flave and his girls..SMDH. I can't believe I watch that show!
Ok, maybe I wouldn't have spit on him. But something.

I mean, who the fuck is supposed to help me? The boys other father?
OR who? Baby daddy says, why don't you get money from your
BOY.FRIEND? ~LOL~ are you serious?

Anyway.
This ass comes to my.fucking.house. and walks the fuck in my door.
After he knocked like he was the damn po-po. I almost answered the door
with my burner. I wonder if I would really get any pleasure out of shooting him
(accidentally, of course) I always picture me like Julia Roberts in "Sleeping with the Enemy"
She called the police and told them that she shot an intruder. He was still alive.
After she hung up the phone, she shot him. Damn. My girl.
*picture me sitting in Central Booking*
"I swear officer, when I shot him, I thought he was a robber!"

**Shaking these thoughts out of my head, and back to the matter at hand**

So, one of my girls was at the crib tonight, we were discussing how we were gonna spend our
ME.GA.MIL.LIO.NS money. I told her that the next time that she saw me, I would be on TV collecting my check. I did win..2 damn dollars..

So, baby daddy comes busting in the crib. The boy is at his friends house, and my girl and I are talking. So, he just stands there. Like all in our conversation. And at that point, she was talking about her daughter. Personal shit. And this asshole is just standing there all up in our grills.
I'm like..damn...can I have my lips back? ~LOL at that term~

So I give him the mind your fucking business look. We all know that look, right?
Well, he got it times 10. So, he looks away. I am watching this shady motherfucker and he is looking down at the table, but facing me. And I see his eyes scanning back and forth.
Like he is reading something. I kinda sit up to see what he is looking at. My MOTHERFUCKING MAIL!
This fucking felon is reading my gahdamn mail.

So, I am trying not to call him out in front of my girl.
I am thinking, he will see me looking at him like WTF?
and go sit the fuck down some gahdamn where.
HELL NAW! He keeps reading.

This was my personal business mail, too. Not some junk shit.
So finally, I yell..Damn Motherfucker..can you stop reading my fucking mail????

He had the nerve to look embarrassed. Wwhut?
Now you wanna fake the funk like you weren't??
What the hell ever shady bitch.

"I AM NOT READING YOUR MAIL" he snarles at me.

"YES YOU ARE!! I'M WATCHING YOU" was my reply

"I wouldn't do that, Brenda. I wouldn't read your mail!" he says softly.
Game on, I think. He is trying to make me look like a psycho in front of my girl.
I know this game. Play the soft spoken wounded soldier.
Make me look like a fucking lunatic. Yeah, I know this game all too well.
I say nothing else. But if looks could KILL?
He'd be deader than if I shot him.
(deader?! LOL @ that word!)

"Can I talk to you in private?" he asks.
I shake my head in the negative.
Hell no, I think. HELL ASS NO.

Finally the boy came home and they went in his room.
I just don't get it. This asshole has not given me money in
a year of Sundays. (lol that's like 7 years!)

And tells the boy that he is gonna buy him a DIRT BIKE.
A fucking DIRT BIKE?? To ride where? To park where?
To have WHO take the boy to the hospital all broke the fuck up?
Exactly.

I wanted to beat the boy for even talking that shit. (not really)
I want to beat his father even more. (really)
Bastard.

**UPDATE**
Baby Daddy called me after he left the crib.
He starts discussing MY MAIL THAT HE WASN'T READING.
It was a response regarding Energy Assistance that I applied for.

"I didn't realize that things were that serious!" he said.
"Have you REALLY applied for Energy Assistance?" he questioned.

"Fuck you" and a click was my reply.
What other answer was there?