The Rain

 

It is raining cats and dogs in DC today y’all. And it’s cold as a bitch too. I just got soaked a few minutes ago, and I was pissed off (black people can’t stand getting wet) until I went on youtube to listen to some tunes. Youtube is indeed the devil, but dammit if it doesn’t pass the time away.

Some people say that the rain makes them want to stay home all day and practice making babies. Yeah, I feel can feel that. I’d rather practice making babies in my office right now because I’ll be damned if I get in my car and go home in this shit. But for me, when it rains and the window is cracked a little bit to get the smell of rain and a slight breeze in my crib, I like to listen to some GOOD music (a.k.a. music written before 1991). I feel like listening to sad shit right now but I really don’t know why. I’m in a pretty good mood. And, I don’t know where this post is going, so bear with me…

This morning I was thinking about how hard women love. It’s actually very remarkable. The dude can be the grimiest person in the world, but if his women is in love with him, she will put up with so much. She will ignore his cheating, and she will ignore the man attempting to court her that has all of his ducks in a row just so she can keep abusing herself. All because of her love for this man. Amazing!

OK, true, there are men that love trifling women, but they are usually pussy-whipped (I’ve been there, and it is not the bidness), or just glad that someone is giving them some sweet thang.

But the thing with women is like heroin. I spoke with a recovering heroin addict not too long ago, and he said that the whole addiction is based on the fact that the addict is trying to get as high as he got the first time he shot the dope in his arms. The problem is that the addict will never feel that high again, but he thinks that if he tries it one more time, then maybe he will feel as good as the first time. Then he gets sick when he tries to kick the habit, and he eventually goes back to shooting it up again because he has been in a comfort zone for so long that he feels all wrong when the “dope” is not in his life (yeah, I know. Run-on sentence). Wow, that’s kinda heavy…

Trifling brothers will put on the most beautiful mask in the beginning, and once his woman is trapped, or “hooked on the dope” if you will, he will show his ass. He will break her down, and she will feel sick every time she decides to “kick the habit.” When she finally goes to rehab (usually after a tragedy) and kicks the habit, she becomes very paranoid and she won’t be able to decide whether the next “drug” is good for her or not. Damn…

So, anyway, we were talking about music and rain right? Holy shit! My brain is all over the place today! Well…..speaking of drugs and women, check out the video above. It is one of the saddest songs ever, and it happens to be one of my favorites. Oh shit…is the sun trying to come out?!