Maybe Someday • Chris Brown

Weekend At Chris's

Chris.

While tryna get some sleep in to make up for the whole week that I had to wake up early for school, I began to hear someone singing what sounded like I'm So Tired Of Being Alone by Al Green at the top of their lungs, waking me up. I went ahead and strolled outta bed and checked the time on my phone. 9:22. Who the fuck is even that jolly in the morning? Before unlocking my phone back I read the good morning text from Karrueche, leaving it on delivered. We fucked a few nights ago and she hasn't stop calling and texting since.

After I sent Ry a good morning text I got out the bed and did everything I had to do to get ready in the morning. Once I was done, I went in my daughter's room to make sure she was straight, then downstairs. I went to the kitchen to make her breakfast since she'll be up soon and got interrupted by somebody banging on my door like the cops. "Who the fuck at my shit this early bruh?" I asked myself. Everybody on the block know that I don't like folks at my house until 11:00. I looked through the peephole and sucked my teeth at who it was. I cracked the door open slightly and spoke through it.

"I'm so tiiiiiide of being alone, I'm so tiiiiiide of on my own. Won't you help meeeeeee!" PoohPooh, the neighborhood crackhead sang with determination. "Ahhhhh what you know 'bout that Al Green boy? That was waaaay before yo' time!"

"Man it's nine o'clock in the morning and my daughter in here sleep, what the hell you doing bruh?" I asked him.

"You know why I'm here Cam."

"Chris." I reminded. This nigga calls me everything but my name.

"You knew what I meant. Aye you got something for me?" He asked me. "Nigga you got something for me? Ever since I let yo' ass get that one lil gram for free you just think I'm your best friend."

Without saying another word, PoohPooh started pulling out old and outdated electronics and gadgets from his shopping cart. "How 'bout this," he paused and waved a worn down alarm clock, that had to be at least thirty years old in my face. "I give you this alarm clock, in trade of some of that shit."

"PoohPooh now why the hell would I want an alarm click that's missing the snooze button? You not getting shit if yeen got no money my nigga."

"Alright Cody, then how 'bout this." He then pulled out a kids' bicycle seat. "I'll give this to lil Loyalty—"

I sucked my teeth. "It's Royalty."

"—You know what I meant, and in return, I want some of that good good." He sniffed and touched his nose.

"First of all my nigga, you know I'on even sell that other shit you be on so don't come here lookin' for no crack pipes or heroin needles. Second why the fuck you always up so early? Do you sleep? I don't want you to ever come here this early ever again, especially if you ain't tryna buy nothing. Causing all this commotion while my baby tryna sleep." I started to close the door and he put his foot in the way.

"Aight Curt... Chris. I'ma leave. But when I return i'ma have some money, and I better get what I want. Or i'ma call the cops on yo ass. Get all this shut down." He threatened and inched backwards with his shopping cart.

"You ain't gon' do shit, I'm yo' only hope. Yo' ass needa go to rehab. Been cracked out since Moses parted the sea." I closed the door and double locked it, shortly realizing I didn't have it locked all night. Definitely a bad habit that I needed to get the hell out of. My neighborhood wasn't too bad, but it was still too dangerous, especially with a two year old.

I started walking back up the stairs to check to see if my child was awakened by his crack head ass. Sure enough, she was up, standing on her bed, drawing doodles on her wall.