Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Lies, Lies and more Lies.


Merry Christmas, my wonderful blog family. I know it has been a life time since I have lasted posted so I'm not sure if any of you will even see this, but I think it's time.


"Life for me ain't been no crystal stairs..." Who said that? I could google it, but it not big of a deal, but trust me when I say, "Life for me, with the Police Department, ain't been no crystal stairs." Here's the story, and I'll try to keep it brief:


Back in March, Sgt. Lupe and myself go downtown to eat. The place she chose is close so we head towards my ole standby, IHOP. En route a car runs a red light and Sgt. Lupe, who I am following, decides to stop it. This is poignant, because Sgt. Lupe does not normally perform traffic stops. I cover her and it just so happens this is at an hour where all the clubs have let out and people are finding that their cars have been broken into. They flag us down, I inform them that we will be with them as soon as we finish with the traffic stop. They catch an attitude. Whatever.


While Sgt. Lupe is writing the citation, I am standing to the side of her car, keeping an eye out on the drive and all of the activity going on as well. While doing so a group of people come over to me and say that a guy is getting beat up and choked out in the middle of the street by three other guys. I, of course, go to investigate (because I see a crowd but no fight). As I am crossing the street the people that informed me of the incident point out the three guys that allegedly just beat someone down are getting into a car and trying to leave. I see the car and I see three people getting into it. I make it across the street before the front seat passenger can get completely into the car and shout at them. The Driver sees me, throws the vehicle into reverse and jump back, the passenger side door just barely catching my left knee.


The car speeds out of the parking lot, and my dumb ass chases after it, on foot, while yelling into the radio. I chase the car for about three block (traffic was congested) and the damn guy wrecks into a cab and an SUV. At this point I'm thinking that the suspect are going to bail, which is the normal protocol for bad guys, but nope, just as I am gain ground I see their car drive off and I am back in a foot chase with a car (which is like bringing a knife to a gun fight). However, as luck would have it, a squad car comes barrelling down the street just as the bad guys are going up the ramp to the freeway. I was trying to get the baddies, but once they made the freeway I was out of it.


Felony traffic stop is performed on the freeway. I am tired and asked for someone to give me a lift as I Homer Simpson my way over to where the accident occurred. Sgt. Lupe picks me up so I tell her to take me on the freeway instead. She does. I find the driver. Yell at him for trying to run me down. He is put in a squad car where is is tazed by a k-9 officer. Another sergeant, who is still down town finds the guy they beat up. Three baddies go to jail. Media comes out, I tell them what happen. It doesn't make the paper. We get everything situated. Sgt. Lupe takes me to my car and we go eat.


Fast forward to April. At work, beginning of the shift. I and later Sgt Lupe, get pulled into to be talked to by our Lieutenant (a man with the back bone of a garden snake). He informs me that I was caught on tape, putting my flashlight up to the driver of the guy who was arrested chin and I was not only being investigated by being re-assigned until the investigation is over. What the hell. The allegation would change several times. It went from flash light under the guys chin, to choking the guy with my flash light to me choking the guy with my flash light and also kneeing him.


Okay, I know how some of you good people feel about police and with good reason. However, this is not me. In my eleven years on the force I have never choked or used my flashlight as an impact weapon. Hell, I don't even use my asp. And I have never kneed anyone either, even though it is an acceptable use of force. So I tell my Lieutenant that this is a lie. I was there and I want to see the tape, because I know what I did and did not do out in the field. He says that he has already sent it up to IAD. Whatever.


We, Sgt. Lupe and I, eventually get to see the tape and like I said. None of the crap they accuse me of is on the tape. However this does not stop it from making the visual and paper news. Sgt. Lupe and the K-9 officer that tazed the kid, get their pictures shown on both, I just get my name said and a black out line (what kind of crap is that). It turns out that an officer that Sgt. Lupe complained on for not pulling his weight the day of the arrest got his feeling hurt and concocted this story of police brutality. No, the kid who was suppose to have been beaten up never filed a complaint.


It bears mentioning that the officer who started all this crap to moving first made two incident reports. The first just tells about the kid who was tazed being combative and having to be tazed by the K-9 officer. After he is spoken to about not pulling his weight, he decided to right another incident report (three days later) that stated that the kid had been tazed and that Sgt. Lupe had told the kid (he was twenty three years old) to "take it like a man". (What she actually said was "Take it. Take it.") I didn't hear her say it but it was on the tape. No mention of me choking or doing anything else to the kid. This is an important fact, because it is this fat ass officer who is the only one who will later swear that he saw me choke the guy with my flash light. Oh, and get this, once the investigation was over and I get to read all the statements, the bastard was asked why he didn't put the fact that I'd choked the kid with my flashlight into this second report. His answer, "because i did not remember it until I saw it on tape".


Just so you know, the reality of what was on the tape is that you see me grab the kid by the collar, flashlight in my right hand, and tell him to, "Shut the hell up!" How they managed to blow that up into something else is beyond me. Months later I was exonerated. Thank you God. and I will be going back to patrol in January. I'm not looking forward to going back to patrol, but because of some shadiness in Communication I opted to leave there.


I love my job, but the back biting and underhandedness of the people in power is unbelievable.


Oh, and before I go, it might be worth mentioning that Officer Fat ass, who was oh so offended by the misuse of force exhibited by Sgt. Lupe and myself, to the point of reporting it to a sergeant the he knew disliked Sgt. Lupe and myself (that is why it took him three days to make the complaint. He had to wait for said sergeant to come back to work). Anyway, a month later Officer fat ass was caught on tape stepping his fat ass on to the back of a prisoner. He was put on restricted duty while that was being investigated.


I love poetic justice.


Anyway, life is good but police life has been hell. I hope everyone is doing good and keeping out of trouble. I'm a facebook kind of guy now so come be my friend there.


Peace, love and hair grease.


-One Man's Opinion. Peace
(This was wrote on the fly so excuse any spelling or grammatical mistakes).

Monday, August 31, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEOS

Okay, it is the last day of August and though I know this is officially the time in August where the Virgos take over, I still needed to take some time to say Happy Birthday to my fellow Leos. After all, let's face it, the majority of August belongs to us.

I hope you all had a wonderful and blessed birthday. Mines was awesome. I actually got a Wii for my birthday. Can you believe that. A Wii. It was from my good friend. You know, the one who gave me a two hundred dollar gift certification, to an art supply store, for Christmas last year. I love the Wii, but the gift in itself drives me crazy. I can't afford to give such gifts. WTF. LOL. I know that makes me seem ungrateful, but I promise you that I am not.

Anyway, another year older and none the wiser. I have, however, decided on a whole new life style change. I have started working out. Slowly at first, just twenty or so minutes a day, until it becomes routine. I have also made an effort to start eating better. No fast food in two weeks! Do you know how hard that is, working deep nights, when pratically everything edible and open is a fast food place. Plus, they give it too you for FREE. Still, I have been good. Except when people bring sweets. I just can't turn those bad boys down. But I am trying. I have giving it thirty days, to see it their is any change in my weight or my body; because sometime I swear I look into the mirror and see a black Homer Simpson (and that ain't cute).

I am also taking an illustration class at one of the Community Colleges. Tomorrow will be day three of the class. So, I took off tonight to clean my house, because I am sick of living like a Oscar Madison. There is no excuse for it. It has been five hours of cleaning and I have not made a dent. Can you believe that crap? I only took a break to write this blog, if anyone is even still keep up with my triffling ass. LOL.

Oh, and guess what else I got for my birthday. I was so happy. I know most people don't like them, but I love the idea of having a bunch. That's right. A grey hair. I found a grey hair last week. I could not believe it. Finally. Sadly, it was in my pubic area, which, once again, ain't cute. I swear that little bastard must have popped up over night, because it was not their the day before. So, there it sits, all alone, like the one white guy at the million man march. What up with that.

Anyway, love you all. Thanks for the support. Still awaiting word on my situation. I'v already been to the Grand Jury to testify against the guy. They True Billed him, which is a good thing, but the kid is only twenty-two years old. I don't want his whole life ruined just because of a stupid choice he made. We all make those, right?

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Did I See What I Saw?

Have you ever accidentally caught someone doing something that they you wish you would not have seen? Something that traumatized you so that you know it will be a minute before you can ever look at that person again the same way. You know, like walking in on your parents having sex. I remember when I was little and walked in on my mom and step-father having sex. Thank God I was to naive to actually know what was going on until my step-father threw the shit in my face (I've told this story). Other than that, I don't think I have ever really walked in on anyone doing anything unusual or that was meant to be done behind close door. Oh, wait a minute. When I was in the first grade and we lived in a one bath room house, i walked in on my oldest sister trying to pee standing up. LOL. True story.

Now, I do remember when I was in high school and having someone catching me masturbating. How embarrassing is that? It was my own fault, because who the hell masturbates in the back of a newspaper truck, while delivering papers? In my own defense, I was young and had just discovered the joys of masturbation. Too much information, I know. LOL. Anyway, thank goodness soon after the guy stopped going to our church. LOL. This is a horrible story....moving right along.

Anyway, the other day at work I saw my co-worker doing something that I wish I hadn't. The one thing I know for sure she was doing and the other I am not one hundred on. Which is why I posted the above picture, to show that looks can be deceiving).

Okay, so on my Friday, it was just me and Sgt. Raven working. Sgt. Raven is this cocky little white girl, who just promoted to sergeant about six months ago. I like Sgt. Raven, although she is a bit of a snake, so I keep her at arms link. When she was promoted they sent her directly to Communications (dispatch), which is where Sgt. Lupe and myself were sent when our deal made the papers (Still not ready to share the story until it is all over).

In the dispatch room they have set up two work stations for the supervisors. Each work station consist of six terminals. Three to monitors calls, officers and stuff. Once to listen to the radio, if we have too and one to get on-line, check mail and stuff. Now, the last terminal I spoke about is set up in such away that they are on the right of the main terminals. Which means, if I am setting at the first work station my back partially too Sgt. Raven, if I am playing on the computer. Where as, she is pointed more towards me, if she is playing on her terminal. Got it? Sort of?

Okay, so its a slow night and I have spent the majority of the night watching old Degrassi Junior High shows, on YouTube (keep your comments to yourself). About six hours into our shift I turn my head say something to Sgt. Raven and what do I see. The woman has her right hand down her pants! DOWN HER PANTS! (Past the wrist). Do you realize how hard it is to get your hand down the front of you pants, while wearing a gun belt and an under belt? (The under belt is use to aid in holding up the gun belt.) What the Hell? I am addressing her, as I turn my head, so she tries to snatch (no pun intended) her hand out, before I can catch her. Too, late.

So, gentleman that I am, I play like I didn't just bare witness to this shit and say whatever it was I had to say to her in the first place. Then I turn my head back towards my show. As I am turning my attention back to Degrassi I see, out of the corner of my eye, the chick take a swiff of her fingers. SAY WHAT?

Okay, so I am not for sure that she was smelling her fingers but let me just say this. She played the same hand that she had in her pants, under her nose, and didn't even have the decency to play like she had an itch or a booger or something.

WOW! Who does that? Seriously, can someone please explain that mess to me. I couldn't have been an itch, because she could have scratched without going inside the waistband and if it was that serious, she could have just went to the ladies room. I pray her ass was not playing with herself, because that's just wrong. We are out in the open, people. We are not talking about individual offices her.

So, anyway, I am in shock. I have been traumatized. Am I over reacting. Is this normal female behavior that I have just never noticed before?


-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Rest In Peace


I know it's been a while and I have been hopefully laxed in my blogging, but I promise you that I am still here. I also promise that as soon as the ordeal that lead me to be being taken off the street is complete, I will share the story with you. Until then.......DID YA'LL KNOW THAT MICHAEL JACKSON DIED? No, seriously, the brother passed a way. Yeah, I know, I'm still in shock my damn self.

So, anyway, I was thinking about it and I decided that any artist, worth his salt, would do some type of drawing of Michael Jackson. Now, besides cartoon illustrations, I have not completed anything artsy in over two years. I know, I know....Shame on me. But, anyway, I decided that it was important that I, as an artist, did at least one take on The Moon Walker himself. Above is my version of him.

It is done on a medium call Scratch board. What scratch board is, as I understand it, is a black board that you use a tool to sketch off the the black to find the silhouette. I came across this medium, completely by accident, a few years back while I was in Atlanta. I was hooked. And for a quick while there I was doing cool little drawing using it, but then I got bored with it. Like I normally do.

Anyway, this is my take on the very familiar image of the Michael Jackson; "Moonwalk". And yes, damn it, I know that this is not the Moonwalk, but this is the toe move he does at the end of it and the image from the Moonwalk thing he did. So, there!

Anyway, just thought I'd share.

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

What Was I Thinking?


WE'RE BACK!

What the hell was I thinking; taking a four year old little boy to Disney world-for a week, mind you-all on my own?  Obviously I wasn't.   Well, we left the first Tuesday of this month and got back last Tuesday and I used all of yesterday to recoup from the whole damn experience.  It was so nice to take naps again.  My old ass needs my naps, damn it.  

For does of you not in the know, I had this great idea to take my little nephew, Manny, to Disney world for a week to celebrate his fourth birthday.  It seems like a good idea at the time.  Me and my nephew, alone at the happiest place on earth, bonding and growing closer...What a rip.  What does bastards at Disney don't show you is how taxing it is on the body to fight to crowds and having to constantly say no, and don't and shut the fuck up.  Okay, maybe not shut the fuck up, but I thought it.  My little nephew can TALK.  LOL.  

Day one: we land, get our room and head off to Magic Kingdom.  By the time we got back my ass was ready to come home.  

Day two:  we meet up with a family we met on the plane.  This made life a lot easier, because Manny had two kids to interact with and I had a host of five adults to share the wealth of his attention with.  So great.  I was still ready to come home by the end of the day.  It was at this point that I truly realized that the trip was a bad idea.  Not the taking Manny to Disneyland part, but the taking him alone part.  Yeah, worst idea ever.

Day three:  I take him to the water park, because all he really wants to do is play in the pool.  Come to find out that the water park is not one of the theme parks that was included in our deal.  No big deal.  I love my nephew and this will be fun for him.  Pay the big bucks to get into the damn thing and the boy acts like he is afraid to get wet.  So, we stay there for an hour at best, until I get frustrated with him and ask him if he wants to just leave.  He says yes, off we go to catch the bus back to the resort.  We get to the resort and as we are passing the pool to get to our room his ass ask if we can go swimming.  Uh, no.  We take a nap and then go to see UP (very good movie, by the way) and eat at Planet Hollywood. 

As the days pass by, it gets better and better, but I am still counting down the days till we can fly back to Dallas and I can drop him back off with his mommy.  LOL.  The boy wore me out, but in a good way.  I love my nephew to death.  He is so smart and so much like his Granny, I had no idea.  He really is a little angel.  Not bad at all, just a handful; which is par for the course with any four year old, be they male or female.  

I had to scold him a few times, but that comes with the package.  But I never had to yell or raise my hand to him (although I had to ask him if he need a spanking a couple of times).  The boy made me laugh way to much and to be more than three times his age I was proud I was able to keep up with him.  Manny's uncle is a home body and having to get up and go everyday is not part of his makeup.  

So, what did I learn from the whole experience?  Well, I learned just how much I love my nephew and he loves me.  I learned that I might not be doing this every year on his birthdays and if I do, to take another adult to hear bare the brunt of the it.  I learned just how smart my nephew is and that his intellect is not being pushed to its fullness.  I learned that my nephew is a crowd pleaser (everyone just fell in love with him).  I learned just how good a job I think my sister is doing with my little nephew.  He is very well behaved.  I learned a lot about his little personality.  He might pretend to be shy, but his ass ain't.  He is quick to let you know if you have done something that he does not approve of (stranger in particular).   I learned that Disney World would be the bomb, if it wasn't for all the damn people and their kids.  LOL
Oh, and the Pop Century is a very cool resort to stay at.  We had a ball, even though I had to take a day to recover from the experience.

-One Man's Opinion.  Peace.

Oh, and just for the record.  To see the smile on my nephew's face, when he meet Mickey Mouse, made the whole experience worth while, and I mean that.  

Monday, May 25, 2009

Lassie Go Home


Okay, so I'm thinking that my auncle is planning on stayind down here. There was already a vibe that this was playing in her mind within the first week of her being here, but kow I know it for sure. She called me yesterday calling herself scolding me for not returning her phone call last week. We I don't return phone calls, unless it is an emergency, especially if you are someone I plan on seeing within the next week or two. That is just how I roll.
At any rate she called me, on my cell (and I have told my mom to stop giving people my damn phone number). She is all exctied and telling me about this house they her and my little sister found that is close by my mom and how it is the perfect house and asking if I think they will approve her for the house and crap. She is going so fast that it's like she started at the end of the conversation, so when she ask my opinion I don't have the slightest idea of what she is talking about. So, she starts over, all exasperated and shit. Whatever, I need your ass to start at the beging because I don't have the slightest idea of what you are talking about.
In a nut shell she wants me to go look at the house with her on Wednesday, which I have already explained to her is mother movie day. Plus she is coming into some money, so she says, on the first and she is wondering if whoever is renting the house will let her move in with the five hundred dollars down payment.....What the fuck? How the hell am I suppose to know this?
In all honesty I think she was trying to work up the nerve to ask to borrow the five hundrd dollars for the down payment on the house. C'mon yall, I ain't new. I know when someone is working their way up to asking for something. So apparently she didn't get the memo. Nephew One Man don't lead money, bitch. (I'm sorry....I meant auntie.) Hell, I want even lend my momma money. You better ask somebody. Don't get me wrong, if my mom ask for money, I will give it to her (within reason), but if she ask to borrow it the answer is no, because I know she want pay it back and I know I want ask for it back so I just cut threw the chrade and give the damn money to her. Other than that, NO. And I especially don't lend out money to people with no reconizable source of income. Bitch, you don't got no job. (plus, next week is Uncle and Manny week at Disney World!)
Beside, I don't want her to move down her. She is freaking me out. I love her to death, but she is strange, plus I don't like her around my nephew or any of my family for that matter. Now I know what went through a lot of your minds. He doesn't want him around his nephew because he is a transexual. WRONG. I don't want him....her around my nephew because I know that she was molested as a child and the reality is that most children of molestation, molest. When you add that to the fact that most cases of molestation are by people that are known to the victim....yeah, I'm not feeling comfortable.
But the list goes on. She already had a fight (arguement) with my mom, according to my little sister. That's not surprising though. Hell, it was expected. My mom fights we every damn body. I even told her as much. I said, "mom, evertime I come over here you are in a fight with somebody". It pretty funny, because she's the nicest person you ever want to meet, but I think I'm the only person she doesn't get into it with. I think that's because she knows I'll stay my ass at home. I have no problem cutting my damn self off. One man is an island unto himself. LOL.
Plus, I don't want her to stay because she is a hustler to the core. She use to be a prostitute and I think she still have those garden tool tendencies. We know that she has committed murder, and after hearing the story from the horse's mouth. I don't believe that shit, and I've been seeeing way too many cases of family members killing family members lately. I don't really know this person.
And then there's the fact that she just looks plain freaky. Seriously, I don't know were to look at her. Anywhere I look I feel like I'm staring, and I am. Her breast, which are hormome injected real, hang down to her belly button. And it's not like I'm not use to seeing this, I got some over weight, big breasted women in my family. Women who, if you go over to visit them and catch them right out of bed, their breast will be at thier feet, but they will put on a bra to tame those puppies. Not her, she just let's those damn things hang like mellons on a vine. It ain't cute, especially since they are totally out of proprotion with her small frame. So then she try not to look at her breast and look her in the eyes. However this is impossible, because I find myself looking at what I know are cheek implants. Those damn things are so high and they look as hard as a rock, those along with her chin. It's like talking to a fucked up maniquin (plus her grill is a mess). Hell, and if you look away you feel like your being disrespectful. What the hell is a brother suppose to do.
Now, don't get me wrong. I ain't trying to hate but the reality is that even if Micheal Jackson was my brother. I'd love him to death, but it'd freak me out to be around him too much. There's a reason why absence makes the heart grow fonder, Damn it! So, in other words.......
BITCH, GO HOME!
And by the way, Happy Memorial Day.
-One Man's Opinon. Peace.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I Have a Question


I have a question and it is about masturbation.  No, it is not about who or why people masturbate.  I know the answer to both.  Everybody masturbates; men, women, animals...everybody.  Here is my question:  Do you think it is wrong to masturbate when you are in a legitimate, long term relationship?

My answer to the question is yes.  Now, admittedly I have not been in a relationship in forever, so I masturbated like nobody's business.  Hell, nowadays I  masturbate simply for the exercise.  However, when I was in a relationship I never did.  I never felt the need to. 

One of the reason why I didn't masturbate is because I felt like it was a form of cheating.  Yeah, I know that that's crazy talk but it is still how I felt at the time.  Other reasons why I didn't feel the need to masturbate is because  when I was in a relationship I was never as horny as I was when I was outside of a relationship, thus the need for sex was not as crucial.  Lastly, I always felt like, why should I have to masturbate when I have someone who is suppose to be there to help me for fill those sexual needs.  

Seriously, I honestly think that if you are masturbating in a relationship then it is a sign of trouble in that relationship.  I mean, think about it.  Why should you have to pleasure yourself if you are in a relationship.  Sure, I can understand it if that love one is not right there and handy, but if they are in the house with you then they should be there to for fill your sexual needs.  

Well, that's my take on the subject.  What's yours?

-One Man's Opinion.  Peace.   

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Questions for a Funeral


I am no longer on the streets good people, for those of you who do not know.  I now work in communications (dispatcher).  This week one of our ladies son commit suicide.  It was very tragic, as you can imagine.  Of course I believe that to be the case when anyone takes there life.  Suicide is an permanent answer to a temporary problem.  

At any rate today, when I got off work, I took a little nap, got up, dressed and went to the funeral service (Catholic).  Even thought it rained, it was a nice little gathering of people.  Not as many of her co-works as I would have imagined, but what do I know?

Anyway, I have some question for a funeral.  Ready?

Question one:  If you are at a funeral isn't it common sense to turn off your telephone?  I don't want to hear your blame it on the alcohol, ring tone during services.  

Question two:  I don't have a problem with people who bring their kids to funeral service however....Doesn't it make sense to take a crying baby out of the room during the ceremony?  Why would you keep a screaming child inside as a distraction?

Question three:  Who the hell drinks coffee at a funeral?  That's right....Coffee!  As I was standing in the cathedral there was a lady next to me that just keep drink her seven up coffee, from it's container.   What the hell?  I seriously wanted to knock the thing out of her hand.  Who does that?

Question four:  Why did the priest end up playing the song, "I get around", during the service.  At first I thought it was another cell phone going off, but no, it was coming from the pulpit.  So then I thought it was a musical tribute, when it continued to play for a good two minutes.  Then the priest apologizes and says he was looking for a song.  Seriously.  Can you believe that?

Question five:  Why is it that the when it was all said and done they could not get the front doors open and the line backed up as they were trying to get the casket out?  It was both said and comical at the same time.

Question six:  Why was the wife crying?  I was told that the reason he killed his self was because he had lost his job and his wife was cheating on him and asking for a divorce.  So why was she even there and better yet...Why was she outside yell for him not to leave her?  You were leaving him, damn it!

Anyway, that's about the size of it.  

-One Man's Opinion.  Peace.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


 Today, as you most likely know, is my family day.  If you don't know, Wednesdays are the days I go to spend with my family.  Today we had the new addition of my auncle.  My auncle is so funny.  First of all, she had one of those names that lead itself to be easily changed from mail to female, such as; Michael to Michelle or Danny to Daniel.    However, he went from Danny to a name like Chantellia or something like that.  Actually, her new name, which she has gone by for probably over thirty years, is very simple, I was just trying to explain how come I never understood why she didn't just go from the masculine to the feminine version of her name.  I'm sure there is a very logical reason behind it.  As a matter of fact, I'm sure I can figure it out on my own, if it was that serious....which it isn't.  

Anyway, while I was over to my mom's home I got to sort of connect with the auncle I had only meet twice in my life and had not seen in over twenty years or so.  We talked about everything, from my first memory of her and the verbal argument that she, my aunt and mom had that very first day.  A fight that was on the very street that we lived on, in South Dallas, with her dressed as a woman and yelling how, "yes" she had a "dick".  She told me how she didn't remember that and apologized to me.  I had to reassure her that it wasn't that big of a deal.  My family was known for having those kind of outside fights with each other and neighbors....in some cases where the police had to be called out.  It was just how we rolled.  She was just one more part of the crazy puzzle, and just happened to be wearing a dress.  

Then we sat down with my little sister and little sister asked her why she'd gone to jail.  This was the first time I heard the true story of why she killed the drag queen, who ended up not being a prostitute like I had always been lead to believe.  It was a very interesting and exciting story.  As I was listening to it all I could think of is how this woman needed to write a book.  Little sister thought her stay should be documented for a reality show.  Trust me, her stay is not going to be that more exciting then the CRAZY which is our family to begin with.  


Anyway, I learned slot about my auncle today.  She is a nice person and at the end of the day she came to me and thanked me for excepting her back into my life.  I just looked at her and asked her why she was thanking me.  We were family.  I was glad she had finally came to visit.  I love my family.  Crazy as their asses are.  Hell, I'm crazy my own self.  

Anyway, we are going to have one of our wonderful game nights on this coming Saturday, because I just happen to have taken that day off.  They were actually going to do it the Saturday after, but I requested that it be moved up.  One of the things I hate, probably the only thing I hate, about working deep nights, is that when we have family gathering I always have to leave so I can get some sleep and crap.  

-One Man's Opinion.  Peace.  


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner....and longer

Guess who's in town.  You guessed it.  Well, you probably didn't.  It is my uncle/aunt.  I did a post about him one day, I just don't remember when.  Anyway, my transsexual uncle/aunt is in town.  He apparently came into town today and nobody told me.  I only found out when I had to go over to the house to get my key, because I locked myself out.  As you know, I lock myself out of the house more times then I care to admit, but this time it was not my fault.  My friend rushed me out, so we could go out and eat.  

Anyway, when I got over to the house I find out that my aunt/uncle is in town, so I sit and wait for her to come back, because she has went to the store with my little sister.  I had just given up waiting and was driving out of the driveway, when they pull into the driveway.  

I park the car and go to speak to my Aunt, who I have not spoken to in over twenty years.  The reality is that if I had not seen my Aunt in so long, if I had seen her in any other venue, I would not have recognized her.  

I was surprised to find out how long she was going to be staying (for over a month).  I am very concerned about her staying for so long, to be honest.  Like I said in the one post that I did about her, she did do hard time for murder, when she killed a prostitute who attacked her for standing on her corner.  And you know I am very protective of my family and I know that more crimes of passion happen to family members from family members.  I think I told you one of my uncles was actually murdered by another uncle (different blood).  

Anyway, I am not going to sweat it.  I am just too damn over protective. 

-One Man's Opinion.  Peace.  


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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

KFC Gots to be Mad at Oprah



I'm thinking that KFC is hating Oprah right now.  Okay, maybe not KFC, since they had to be on board with the whole free meal thing, but I bet you their employee's are pissed as hell.  

The reason why I say this is because I stopped by the KFC by my house to get some of the new baked, or however they cook it, chicken.  No, I did not have my coupon for the free meal  Our girl Ieshia did email me the coupon this morning, so I was thinking; "cool, I'll have some free chicken for dinner tonight."  Sadly, I could not get the damn coupon to print...expensive ass, piece of crap, printer.  Still, my mind was set on the chicken so I went anyway and just pay for my meal.

Let me just tell you the place was packed.  And when I say packed, I mean PACKED! The line to the drive thru went out into the street and the parking lot was so packed that the people were parking in the lot of neighboring businesses.  I was like, Damn.  It ain't that serious.  

And it really ain't that serious, people.  I mean I, like most black folks, love a good piece of chicken...and when you add the word FREE to the front of that....stand back.  However, I am not going to stand and wait for a hour to get some damn chicken.  I don't care how free it is.  lol

Besides, I've had the new chicken.  It's good, but it ain't all that.  Plus, I think they make it from midget chickens.  My pieces were so small.  Still, it is an alright piece of chicken and KFC is doing one hell of a job of marketing it.  As I was in the middle of typing this up I was also watching the Gary Unmarried, a sitcom on CBS and I'll be damn if they weren't pitching the new chicken.  

Still, I said it once and I'll say it again.  The employees of KFC must be hating Oprah's ass right now.  I know I would be if I worked there.  

-One Man's Opinion.  Peace.

Oh, and just for the record.  I appreciate all of you who were worried about me.  I have seriously been going through it at work.  I think I'm going to have to change the name of this blog and everything, but that is not what I have been going through at work.  They have been putting my ass through the ringer.  Still, just a quick update:

My niece got married and the ceremony was nice.  My other niece moved out on her own so now my sister is going through empty nest syndrome.  She funny.  The day after the first niece got married and moved out she had already turned her room into a bedroom for Manny.  

On the under one roof front.  Still working on it.  It is hard to find a house to accommodate my mom's handicap (and yes, we knew going end that we would have to make changes).  Now we are considering just adding own to my mom's house and my moving back in there.  They are checking out contractors now.  

Love you all.  

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Love Happens


I don’t want my niece to get married! There, I said it!

This coming April, one of my four nieces are getting married and I don’t want it to happen. I have no reason why, except that I don’t want her to do it.

I love my niece and I am glad that she is doing it the right way. After all, she has known the guy since 2001 and they have been dating since high school; so it’s not like she is rushing into it. And I am very proud that this niece, along with the other three has broken the family/female cycle of getting pregnant in their teens. Still, I don’t want her to get married.

I’ve always known I didn’t want her to marry the dude, but today I looked at the web-site they have created to commiserate their love and it hit me even harder that I don’t want my niece to get married. I think it’s just me. I’m not big on marriage, I just don’t trust it. Plus, I think my niece can do better. How horrible is that? The guy is alright; a little childish, maybe, but so am I. Other than that he’s a stable young man. He has a job, is educated, and everything else and has already purchased them a house to live in once they tie the knot. He is everything a woman should want in a man. So, why don’t I like him?

Something about this man just does not sit well with me. I have no idea what it is. He has been apart of the family for over five years, coming to family gathering and stuff. Hell, I see him more than some of my blood nephews. Still, I don’t want the wedding to happen. I prefer that they wait, but they have waited far longer than most.

Anyway, it’s none of my business. I love my niece and I want her to be happy and she is happy with this boy, so what ever. My job is to take the damn pictures and mind my own business. Who am I to stand in the way, when love happens?
The UNCLE, that's who! LOL

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

House Hunting is a Bitch


Okay, I love all of you and I am taking into consideration what everyone is saying. I appreciate the words of support and concern, because they are both of equal importance; plus they show that you all care about my well being. Please continue with the honest, unfiltered advise, because sparing my feeling will not help me one bit. Trust me, Mark and everyone, that I am considering every little thing and I think we might have to have another family meeting, because of all of these free thinking spirits. LOL

I will say that my mom is more into this then I had anticipated. This old woman is going on line and finding houses and stuff. She is really becoming computer literate. I am shocked. But she got to meet our realtor yesterday, so she can start bugging him with the houses that she finds on her own.

Anyway, on Wednesday, which is family day, me, my mom, Bonnie and Manny went house hunting with the realtor. We looked at four houses with the realtor. Two were out of the question, because of my mom’s situation. One, my mom didn’t like the neighborhood, because she said it didn’t seem neighborly. It was a nice house, and we thought that she’d like it if she opened her mind and came inside, but she didn’t so, whatever. Then there was the house that reminded me of the Amityville horror. My sister is too young to remember that movie, so she didn’t get the reference when I made it.

The reason it reminded me of the Amityville horror, was because before we even went in I noticed these big ass horse flies in the window. It was just a couple, but those bastards were big. Then we went inside and there were hundreds of them banging against every window of the house. And besides the big, monsters banging against the windows, there was the puddle of dead ones lying at the floor of the windows. If I had brought my camera, I would have taken a picture of this for you. I kid you not, there were like thousands of flies dead around each window as well. It was freaking me out.

It was a beautiful house, and it did not stink or anything. I just didn’t understand the flies. And they were silent flies too. I’ve had one fly in my house that size, and it buzzing is so loud it will cause me to go on a fly killing hunt. But you could not hear these flies at all. Isn’t that strange? Wouldn’t you expect to hear the constant buzzing of flies? My sister thought the flies were so big, because there most have been something inside of the house dead, Manny just thought it was nasty. We never took my mom inside of the houses that we didn’t think merited it.
Anyway, after we finished looking at the house with the realtor, my wonderful family wanted to continue to look for available houses in the area. And guess what….we found the perfect house (see above).

Bonnie and I feel in love with the house, from the outside. It was close to a walking park and it was on the school bus route. I know the bus route thing, because we saw it go by. And it was a nice an quiet neighborhood. Trust me, we were out during the time that kids were getting out of school and neighborhoods are normally at their most active. It had a nice wooden deck with a nicely constructed play house in back, complete with an air-conditioning unit. This was perfect for my little brother’s only request. A place were he could have his ‘boys’ over so they can smoke there cigarettes (marijuana) and drink without having to disrespect our mom.

Anyway, Bonnie decides to call the realtor and see if he will come back out, so we can get inside. He agrees to come out so we go and get something to eat. While we are getting food, Bonnie also calls one of my older sisters and she come out to take a look see at the house as well

Okay, here are the stats on the house. It has been on the market for over a year now,. I t has 5 Bed, 3 Bath 2,857 Sq Ft on 0.22 Acres, Five bedroom home on a creek view lot backs to wooded trails. Nice kitchen with an island and built-in appliances. Hard wood floors in the entry and formal dining area. The kitchen overlooks a large family room with white stone gas fireplace. Patio has a wood deck and a storage building for extra storage with AC. Property is SOLD-AS-IS.

The house was perfect. Here’s the kicker. The bitch noticeable evidence of mold, in the garage. Damn it! Is this the reason why this gorgeous house has been on the market for so long? Is this the reason why a house valued at 190,000 has been marked down to 129,000? What is the deal with this house?

Our realtor told us he would do some research on it, but I’ve decided it must be the mold. You can’t insure a house with mold, plus you never know how the mold has spread through the house. Which sucks, because after 6 hours of house hunting with my family, minus my little brother, it was like the house was a God sent, but alas, it was not meant to be.

This is gonna be fun.

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Under One Roof



Cocoa Rican charged me up, saying that I had not posted in a while. Well, the reason behind it is because of the fact that I have been so preoccupied and I feel guilty about posting when I am not getting the chance to look at my fellow blogger’s blogs.

Anyway, here goes:
As you know, a while back I posted about looking into me, my mom, nephew and younger siblings all attempting to move under one roof. Well, last week I started the steps towards that goal. On last Wednesday, we had a little family meeting to make sure that everyone was on board. The surprise from the meeting was that my little brother was the main pain in the ass. My sister was all good. Now I have gotten my pre-approval and we have started looking at five bed room houses.

So, here is the plan. First we find a house we all agree on. My sister went to look at one today, that she fell in love with. It’s a little further out than I wanted to commute, because right now I am only 15 minutes away from my job, but if it’s a good house…I’m in. Anyway, tomorrow, we are going to see Madea goes to jail and from there to look at the house.

Once we find the house, if all things go according to plan, I will put my house up for rent and we will put my mom’s house up for Section 8. Before we put my mom’s house up for Section 8, I am considering paying it off. The new house will be in my name, since I have near perfect credit. The little money my mom gets from social security, we will now put into a saving account for emergencies. The money we get from my mom’s house we use towards the mortgage on the new house and the money I get from my house, if God is willing, will go to pay off my house, with a little extra.

While we are waiting for all of this to happen, I will pick up the bulk of the builds, since it will be my house, and I will ask from a small amount of rent from my little brother and sister; plus we will share the cost of utilities.

Of course, my little brother is stupid. He wants us to purchase a new, flat screen, high def, plasma television (which we can, if he buys that bad boy). I already have four color televisions in my house, and one of them is one of those big bastards people were buying before the flat screens became popular. He also wants up to buy all new furniture, which is stupid. My leather living rum set is only two years old and very nice. (yeah, my little brother is stupid. Love him to death, but the reason for this move is to save money and own property….not to go into debt). His ass is all talk anyway.

The ultimate goal is to be there for the care and welfare of both my mom and my nephew. But if everything works out according to plan, we will end up with three homes, two of which will eventually be paid for, in full. That way, if anyone meets the love or their life, or whatever, they have a home of their own to move into. Plus, when Manny and I return from Disneyworld, we can surprise him with a puppy of his very own (because if that boy claims another dog, that belongs to someone else, as his own…..).

By the way, did I tell you that I booked the trip to Disneyworld? Yep, we are go to go. We will be staying for seven day at the Disney Pop Century Resort, get seven theme park ticket a piece, round trip tickets, and insurance on the packet, incase of unemployment or major illnesses. All for under $1,500.00. I thought that was pretty good. Of course, by the time we return I will be either bald or gray haired, and probably regretting any big purchases I made before we left.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Chronicles of a Bad God-Father






Okay, this pasted weekend my little God-son turned a year old. Isn't he cute?
I took off work and took Manny to the party. When we first got there I saw this little boy, in the living room, he appeared to be about one, and he was the only little boy standing in the center of all the adults; so I just assumed he was my little God-son, so I took a few pictures. Imaging my surprise when Kale, my God-son, is brought out of the kitchen by his mother. What a sucky God-father I am. LOL
On the positive side, I did take off from work to go to the party. And, once I found out who the birthday boy was, I took a bunch of pictures. LOL. I'm really gonna try to do better. Once Kale is a couple of years older, I want him to join me and Manny on our Annual trips to Disney World (or where every I choose to take him on his birthday).
On that note, I am trying to plan a trip to Disney World with my little Nephew. There is just so much to consider, I am overwhelmed. Any helpful hints?
-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Ethnic Mr. and Mrs. Smith


Here is just a small example of the stupidity that officers have to deal with on a daily basis, out in the field. Okay, so yesterday was a very busy night for us, people were off the chain. I don’t know what was up. Anyway, so I get called out, as a supervisor, to this house where an aggravated assault has occurred. The wife has allegedly shot the husband in the leg. Here is the story:

Husband and wife are in their bedroom, watching television and eating on some hot wings. Husband and wife get into a verbal argument (I don’t know what about). Whatever the argument was about it leads to the wife grabbing her gun, which she keeps under her side of the mattress. Well, not to be undone, hubby goes for his gun, which he keeps under his side of the mattress. That’s right, people. His and her guns. Can you believe that crazy shit. But that ain’t all, they also keep an extra gun and a shot gun in the bedroom; just encase. WOW!

Anyway, sometime during the argument, and this is how the story was told to me, the husband tells the wife that she shot him in the leg. No, joke. Wife doesn’t believe husband so husband leaves the house and drives his ass to the hospital. Well, of course, if you come to the hospital with a gun wound the personnel is obligated to call the police out to find out what the hell happened to you. Yeap, that is how we end up at the happy couples household, because neither husband or wife called the police to report this shit.

Oh, but it gets better. Wife swears up and down that she didn’t even realize that she had fired the gun. What? Are you kidding me? How the hell do you not realize that you shot the gun (and we are talking about a .357 here, people). How do you not hear that shit go off. Better yet, how do you not feel the recoil of the damn thing.

Anyway, Physical evidence is called out to process the scene. Wifey is taken down for questioning and is later transported down to our jail on charges of Family Violence, Agg. Assault. But don’t worry, folk, there is no doubt in my mine that the hubby will not press charges and the two will be back together, playing wild, wild, west again.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Funny or sad?


Okay, I have a little story to spin. I’ll leave it up to you to decide if it is funny or just plain sad.
Flashback:
The Saturday after Christmas I took photos for a couple who were renewing their wedding vows. I took over one thousand pictures. This was a free service that I was providing, but they still gave me five hundred dollars for my time. In return, I felt I’d make them up a picture boo, which I put great effort into creating.
Fast-forward:
So, yesterday I paid a visit to my older sister’s church, to deliver the photo book. Two, the be exact. I was late, of course, because I can never remember when their church service starts. Thank goodness my sister ’em go to one of those churches that it doesn’t really matter how late you are, because it’s a sure bet that service will still be going on when you get there. By the time I arrived at the church the minister, my sister’s father in-law, was in the middle of his sermon. So, I just stayed outside and in the foyer and watched on the cheap television sets they had set up other there. Whatever.

Anyway, once church let out, people start slowly filing out. Since I use to attend this church, before they moved to their current location, a lot of the people are stopping to speak, hug and ask me if I knew the slain officer. Among these people that came out was this one young man, who asked me how I was doing and went on to tell me how he has been out at the clubs to watch me but the rowdy patrons in check. I have no idea who this man is, but I get up and shake his hand. After I have proved this courtesy, I take my seat and wait for the one person I had come to see to come out. However, apparently, our conversation isn’t over; because home boy sits down and begins to tell me the story of his life, over the past three years. (No joke).

So, as he is spinning his tell, I am going over in my head, who this man is. It finally dawns on me that this is Dowdy, a guy I use to hang out with when I was in high school. Wow, had he aged badly. Balding hair, swollen bags under his eyes, sprouts of grey in the hair. I hadn’t seen the man since we’d broken ties and he started robbing his pour grandmother blind.

So, after all is said and done, and I have finished talking to this boy, spoke to other members of the congregation, handed over the book and fought the bride not to force more damn money on me; I went over to my mom’s house. I told my mom how I had ran into Dowdy, but at the time I could not recall his name. What I actually said way, “Hey, mom, guess who I saw at church today.”

“Who?” mom inquires.

“What was the name of that guy who was stilling from his grand mom? I ask. “You know, the lady who use to live across the street for the church…”

“Oh, Dowdy?” my mom asked. She was both surprised and happy with the news. “I haven’t seen him in ages. I didn’t know he was going to Blank Chapel. How is he doing?”

“He changed a lot,” I say. “I didn’t even recognized him.”

I have a great time with my family, including my cousin and ‘em. Even came close to whooping my little nephews butt. Then I went home to get some sleep, before I have to go into work.
Okay, here comes the funny (or sad) part. Around ten, that night, I get a call from my older sister; and here is how that conversation went (oh, and she had my mom on three way).
Sis: Hey, boy, I didn’t see Dowdy at church today.

Me: “Yeah.”

Sis: “Where was he? I didn’t see him.”

Me: “Yes, you did. You spoke to him.”

Sis: “When?”

Me: (Exasperated) “Sis, you spoke to him when you came over to talk to me. Remember. He got up and gave you a hug?

Sis: “Boy, that wasn’t Dowdy. That was Fred.”

Me: “Fred?”

Sis: “Yeah, Fred….He use to date Nikki.”

Me: “Oh, was that Fred? Well, why did he sit down and hold a conversation with me? We weren’t friends.”

Sis: “Boy, you crazy.”

The end.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Officer Down



Well, my Blog family, here goes my first post of the New Year. I had contemplated blogging on many topics for the Year; from Christmas, to New Years Eve, to my thought process of movie under one roof with my nuclear family. However, today, while over a fellow officers house I got my topic.

Today, January 6, 2009, the Dallas Police Department suffered it first police fatality of the New Year. Of course, when ever I hear of an officer anywhere get injured or killed during the performance of their duties, I am sadden. How could I not be when you consider the fact that officer could be me at any given date and time? However, this one struck me particularly hard, because it was an officer I knew. I didn’t know the officer as well as I knew his wife, but I knew him nonetheless.

The officer was a member of our gang unit and was at a well known apartment complex serving a warrant for a person wanted for Aggravated Assault. What I have learned is that the suspect shot through the door of the apartment, striking the officer in the head. The officer died before they could get him to the hospital. This officer had been on the department for seventeen years, and tomorrow would have marked his eighteenth year on the department.

His wife, who is a lieutenant on the department, has a heart of gold. Before I promoted to either senior corporal or sergeant, she helped me weather the storm of some controversial b.s. that I was being accused of at the station I patrol. She stood by my side, even thought I didn’t even work on the shift she was over. During that particular sad period of my life as an officer, she gave me birthday party at her house and introduced me to her family. Her and her husband came to my art shows, when I use to have them and everything. They were wonderful people.

It so funny, when I was called with the name of the officer who had been shot, I told the other officer, whose house I was at, the name and where he worked. However, it wasn’t until the officer repeated the name back to me that in resonated in my mind exact who the officer was. Isn’t that strange? It took for someone else to say the name for me to realize that this was someone that I actually knew.

Of course we spent the next hour watching the news, getting up dates and phone calls from family; making sure we were okay. I tried to reached the lieutenant, with the hopes that it was not her husband that had been shot, but to no avail.

I was so happy to be with other people, when I got the news, because I am really not that good with tragic events that hit close to home. I get it from my momma; although I’m not quite as bad as her. My mom will go straight Color Purple on your ass. As a matter of fact, my mom isn’t even allowed to be notified if, God forbid, I die in the line of duty. I prefer she just think I’ve just been too busy to call.

Anyway, once I got home and continued to watch the breaking news, I felt an obligation to go down to the hospital, even though I felt it was inappropriate on some levels. You see, if the shoe was on the other foot, I would not want people to come down trying to console me, because it would only make it worse for me emotionally. However, I had to take into consideration that everyone else’s, normal folks, minds don’t work the same as mine. I ended up calling other people to get their input on if I should go down to the hospital or not. I got a mixed review, but in the end I went down. The Lt. was gone and I didn’t feel the need to view the body, so I just stayed a little while, with other officer and then left.

It a sad day on the Dallas Police Department. For does of you who hate the police and all they stand for, just remember that these officers put their lives on the line, everyday, for you and yours, whether you appreciate it or not.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

And God Bless you all.