Ever wake up to get yourself a
cold pop soda water and smell what you presume to be burnt ribs? Sweet Brown sure did, yes, Jesus. However, before she could grab her barbecue sauce (can’t trust everyone’s) and red Solo cup to walk over for a late nite plate she had to grab her house shoes and high tail it out of there before she caught on fire…Jesus.
Now, normally when I’d see a person like Sweet Brown on the damn news I’d turn away from the screen and pray that no one else watching noticed she was Black (as them putting her on TV seems at least partially rooted in racism). This time, though, I’m just gonna laugh Sweet Brown. Well, kind of anyway.
Hear me out. How many times have you found yourself with ailment and had to explain to your homeboy or girl, “Ain’t nobody got time for that?” I know exactly how she feels. Like, we gots work to do, Jesus. I feel you, Sweet Ashy Brown. I do.
AsI sit here working on three hours of “sleep” and trying to figure out how I’m going to get all of this work done so I can enjoy a birthday fish dinner in peace on Thursday, I feel a bit of a sniffle coming on. The damn weather keeps changing. My body is fighting, but it’s like a blue belt trying to take out Bruce Lee with roid rage. Still, I’m gon’ shake it off. As Sweet Brown says, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.” Damn sure don’t.