So You Mad, Huh?

Last night, a man who had been refused entry to a westside club returned with a gun and opened fire into an innocent group of bystanders awaiting entry. Rejection is some serious business. A bouncer enforcing an establishment’s policies – or exercising professional judgement – can become a victim of an angry asshole who can’t deal with someone telling him no. As a result, individuals who had nothing to do with the incident are slaughtered because an idiot is unable to pop bottles of cheap moscato and nod his head to loud ass music…cuz you know niggas who shoot folks don’t dance. Far too many people become unknowing victims of someone else’s rage and seriously, this shit needs to stop…like right the fuck now.

I’ve been called all kinds of stuck up bitches by men I’ve turned down. Alcohol and testosterone provoked one man to attempt to physically assault me in front of a group of police officers outside of a club. He didn’t give a damn that they were there, that I obviously knew them AND that I was carrying a gun in my purse which belonged to the off-duty officers I had gone to the club with. They had to arrest this nigga to get him to stop following me down the street screaming profanities at 2 AM in the got damn morning. He spent a drunken night in jail because I told his ass no.

I get road rage all the damn time. Usually, I yell obscenities at the offending other driver – because it’s never my fault – from inside the safety of my car. One afternoon, while driving down North Avenue, a man in a truck cussed me clear the fuck out because I made him miss the light two blocks before. He sped up to me and through my open passenger window, with my kid in the back, told me “Just cuz you a bitch don’t mean I won’t whoop yo ass.” I insulted his mother, rolled up my window, got his plate number and called the cops. He sped off – and into Home Depot…because those nails needed him right away. I calmed down, then realized it could have ended far worse. Road rage incidents sometimes end in violence, even death and I was pissed that driving too slowly could have ended my life.

I had a fight at the club. Actually, a bitch threw a bottle of beer at me and I hit her. That ho fucked up my Halloween. They “escorted” her out. My friends made me leave. I was pissed. Halloween is my favorite holiday, besides my birthday. I was pissed. She also got my fresh flat iron wet. I was pissed. Oh yeah, she threw a bottle of beer at me because I looked at her funny years ago. Like three years ago.

Maybe it’s just that I’m a bitch who invites violence because of my bitchiness. Maybe I need to work on my poker face and not look at bitches funny. Maybe it’s me. These were all isolated incidents that happened years apart so maybe it’s not me. Maybe people need anger management. Maybe they like holding grudges. I just can’t do it. I pissed those folks off, and while their anger was extreme in comparison to the infraction, at least it was directed in the right place. Last year, my youngest brother’s best friend was shot in the head. He left behind a wife and two young children. He was shot by a man who was apparently angry about some old shit that had nothing to do with a young man I’ve known since he was eight years old. He wasn’t a thug. He was a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a friend. He didn’t deserve to be gunned down by a nigga who was mad. Folks need to get their anger in check because being mad about some shit that doesn’t matter can make people behave in a manner they will live to regret…or ruin the lives of people who didn’t deserve to be the object of their wrath.

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. anthonygayle
    Apr 01, 2012 @ 10:50:42

    True. This reminds me as a blog I wrote back on face book called “The (black) man’s guide to not becoming a victim” Here was the first question I asked (answer provided):

    It’s Friday night and you have nothing to do. You want to go somewhere. Where do you go?

    a) Strip Club
    b) Bookstore
    c) Night Club
    d) House Party in the Ghetto

    Correct Answer: b

    For the most part, there’s nothing wrong with patronizing any of the above choices. But you have to understand the nature of the places you’re going to. Three of those choices will feature inebriated assholes. Hopefully, you’ll avoid an altercation on any given night, but if you string enough of those nights together, it’s only a matter of time before you draw the short straw. Think about it: scantily- clad women, large quantities of liquor and guys willing to buy into the illusion. We’re not talking about the brightest bulbs here. It is hard to read (or do much of anything other than brawl) when you’re drunk. The book store (or library) is clearly the best choice. When’s the last time you heard of someone getting stabbed in the library (other than paper cuts) or a melee breaking out in the bookstore (other than tweens fighting over the last Twilight novel)? General Rule: Assholes (the murderous kind) don’t like to read or think.

    You’re story brought me right back to that. :o(

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  2. anthonygayle
    Apr 01, 2012 @ 10:52:52

    Wasn’t supposed to be a smiley at the end

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  3. 1uppitynegress
    Apr 01, 2012 @ 12:08:35

    I too make people angry. Actually let me be honest. I piss people the f¥@{ off. I’m certain why or how I elicit anger from strangers but I do. I guess it’s my uppity ass ways. But lately I’ve started walking away from situations with the realization that I may need to start carrying a concealed weapon of some sort. Just in case I need to break some fool off…

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