Brittany Garrett works in a little office downtown off the corner of 52nd and 5th. And I know this because she told me.
“I work in a little office downtown off the corner of 52nd and 5th. Do you know it?”
Now she gets up at 6 in the morning, only to drive to the new bakery down the street. And I know this much because she told me.
“I get up at 6 in the morning only to drive to the new bakery down the street. I know what you’re thinking, I must be crazy.”
But I wasn’t.
I was actually thinking, why the fuck are you talking to me.
And so I started moving my hands in a rather unique direction, placing my fingers along distinguished lines. But still, abstract in motion conveying a message and she goes,
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were deaf.”
That’s right bitch, now move away slowly.
*YOU JIVE TURKEY!*
You see, after “The Man” kills his brother, Black Dynamite has no choice but to wage war against the neighborhood pimps.
And between the drug dealers and the kung-fu masters, well…he finds himself ultimately all the way to the White House.
But anyways, I’m not deaf at all.
“Good job for not letting your deafness define you.”
People are dumb.
Today, I’ve heard five or six people say to me, “what do I need to write down?”
NOTHING.
And then one guy says, “I know sign too” and then begins to make a series of hand gestures.
Now, I know he wasn’t actually doing anything and for several reasons.
For one, his facial expression was off which I mean tells me everything. And for two, he had no rhythm. I mean, he just stood there.
But anyways, at some point in my life I have to be honest. I mean, I’m honest but not that honest.
God, I just love honest people. I mean people who can say whatever whenever.
“Today’s my grand-daughter’s birthday.”
Like who gives a fuck, why can’t I just say that?
I mean there was a time when I could but then…there were suspensions, a few anger management classes, repeated calls from school so then Robbie got involved.
And then my mother got involved. And then things got pretty crazy after that.
I mean, I don’t know even know her. Like what am I suppose to say here?
“She’s turning five today.”
*placing the tips of my fingers at the end of my nose; and then bringing them down; away from my side, throwing it to the ground*
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were deaf.”
That’s right bitch, now move away slowly.
Until next time.
“Now Aunt Billy, how many times have I told you not to call here and interrupt my Kung-Fu!” —Black Dynamite
