On most days, I am a Bible-toting, scripture-quoting, Afroed wonder, teeming with random tidbits of information. On most days, I do my job. I answer questions that are asked of me, and then I go home.

But not yesterday, or the day before, for that matter. Monday I woke up in a mood. I was ready to fight everybody over everything, but I made it through the day without assaulting anyone, and I was pretty proud of myself.

But then came Tuesday morning. I knew it was going to be an interesting day, when confronted with one of many random situations, my first thought was to quote lyrics from a No Limit Records production. I know the day is going to be a challenge if the first thought in my head originated from Master P, Mia X, C murder or Mystikal. (Even on my worst day, I would not quote Silkk the Shocker “lyrics”. It ain’t never been that bad.)

Anyway, I managed not to say any of the lyrics out loud, but by the end of the day, I thought my head might explode. I actually could not believe my ears . I felt like I was living in a low-budget music video, where the plot grows more and more outrageous as the hours ticked by.

My nerves were so bad that I took a shot before my obligatory glass of wine with dinner. I noticed, as I finished off the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, that I was still holding my glass correctly, unlike the folks in this video.

I hadn’t sunk as low as I thought. (Thank goodness!)

I don’t know if there’s a heaven for a gangsta,

But I sure am glad that my eternal fate was not based on my performance for the last two days.
Mama Radford