Tales From The Ghetto…..All Of A Sudden I Was I The Mood For Some Eggs
As you all know, Mother’s Day just passed. A few days before, I asked Cita (That’s what we call my Mom. It’s short for Mamacita) if there was anything she would like. Cita told me that she wanted a new cast iron skillet, one that was already seasoned. She even told me where to buy it. Cita loves to fry eggs for breakfast in a skillet.
I didn’t know how to wrap a skillet. It was too heavy to put in a bag so I just put a curly bow on the handle of it.
As I handed the skillet to Cita I yelled, ‘Bitch, get up and make me some eggs!!!’
Since both of my parent’s have a pretty good sense of humor, she just looked at me and busted out laughing. Cita knew of which I spoke.
One morning, when we still lived in the ghetto, I was laying in bed. You know how you wake up and you just lay there for a bit. Maybe you’re thinking about what you did last night or what you have to do that day. Maybe you have to scratch something or in some cases, you have to wait for your morning wood to calm down before you venture into the hallway that the rest of your family also uses. (Not in my case, however)
Anyway….I was lying there with the window open, trying to motivate my ass out of bed and out of no where I hear a voice from somewhere across the alley yell, ‘Bitch, get up and make me some eggs!!!’
I nearly fell out of bed laughing.
Aaaahhhh…..those were the days!