It's real innerestin how that God dude puts stuff in our paths. In this post I discuss how far I'll extend myself for people who well deserve it.
The good Lawd threw me a serious curve ball last Monday.
I walk into work Monday morning, business as usual. Once seated at my desk, I noticed there were two missed calls on my phone, but no voicemails. Curious, I scroll through and check the number. 702....that area code is so familiar. I Google an area code finder to look it up. Vegas. We don't have an office in Vegas.
I call my mother to have her look the number up in my phone book. It's exactly who I suspected: BD2. This nigga done some how got my work number. Unnerved, I call my attorney to ask him if he put my contact info on any of the documents filed. He also finds it strange, being that I don't speak to BD2 nor did he respond to the custody case. He asks me to keep him informed.
I send an email to BD2 and call his house. His wife answers. Apparently, they're on the verge of divorce and he doesn't live there. We exchange plesantries, nothing major. She asks to take a message; I ask her to tell him to call me.
A couple hours later she calls and tells me she got cussed out for asking why he called me. She informs me that she's changing her number and he's no longer allowed to use her phone and I should not call again. Not sure why she called to tell me that, but okay.
The next day, I receive a long superfluous about how he's lost everything with his wife and may return to the DC area. Okay, if he returns, he might be useful to my son in some fashion. If he doesn't, eh, so what. But yeah, bust this:
I think he said what I think he said. This nigga just all the way asked me if he could live in my house. A man that's made a career out of livin off women. This dude who half ass takes care of his kid, expects me to open my home to him. Um, yeah. That God dude got jokes. Big time. Imma need for dude to show me where this is my prollem.
I talked to the Fix It Guy about it.
Him: Maybe he needs a place to live.
I KNOW this mf aint suggest that I let The Great American Gigolo stay in my home, with my kids, one of which he created and doesn't support. He crazy as hell. The last thing I need is some dead weight ass nigga.
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