Humpty Dumpty

Currently listening to…Whitney Houston – I’m Your Baby Tonight

You know what?  I don't that I've fell once since I hit my twenties...Now that I think about it, I don't recall falling down much as a child.  Childhood memories are so faded to me most time...I do remember one MAJOR fall though, and it's one of the most tragic stories in my life, so try not to laugh, though it's the only way I know how to tell the story...

So this is sometime in the nineties, my mom was in between one of her marriages, and we were staying in APARTMENTS!  I know!  My mom in a apartment, funny already...Anywho...she'd became friends with one neighbors who stayed around the block...Now how they met or what they had in common don't really pertain to the story, so let me get to the meat and potatoes of this then...So the woman had a son who was like 3-5 (he reminded me of that little light skinned jackson 5 lookin kid on Family Matters with the curly shag who didn't fit in anywhere, you'll remember that), and I was like ummm...somewhere between 7-21 at the time (I'm really bad with time and age and that whole bit, but I do know I was shorter, so let's just say more like 6-10)...They were over our apartment one night, when the lady asked me to run back to her apartment to get something, I forget what it was...the little boy wanted to tag along, so we were on our way...we got there, got whatever, and started to head back to the apartment when the little boy want a piggy-back ride...so he jumps on my back and start calling out "faster, faster!!!" like I'm a fucking horse...my dumb little ass is just RUNNING talkin about "weeee this is fun" (idiot)...I wasn't paying attention to where I was running and BAM!!!!!....I tripped...over a SPEEDBUMP!...now remember back in the day (and still in some hoods) the speedbumps are like they are today all wide and luxurious, oh NOOOOOO...they were like fucking curbs in the middle of the roadway...anyway, getting beside myself...so I trip and fall with the little boy on my back...I get up and I didn't give a fuck about him, my fucking face was burning...I hauled ass back to the apartment to run in and find that ALL THE SKIN FROM MY DOMINATE FEATURES OF MY FACE WAS SKID OFF!!!  I'm lookin a fucking hot MESS people, because you can tell from the photo I have posted how dark I am...not imagine being that dark, and the skin from the tip of your nose, your cheekbones, your chin and your forehead ALL GONE and it just being white...I don't know if I was crying more from the burning or the way I looked in the mirror, because I was SUCH a pretty boy people...we talking, low-top with the fade and the very front tip of the ramp flipped a little (which I did not get out of the mirror until I perfected that shit on a daily basis)...nothing I could do with my hair then, I was a fucking mess! LOL..okay, I said we can't laugh...anywho, its gets more twisted...because the last thing I remember about that night was the little boy not having a scratch and me wanting to slide his face on the pavement for that damn piggy-back ride, and....what was on t.v. which I remember very vividly as well...while other people in the house, like three different people, put cocoa butter on my face, the t.v. was on BET and it was the world premiere of Whitney's "I'm Your Baby Tonight", and suddenly I stopped crying watching her costume changes...yup, I was a fag...and believe it or not, I had a girlfriend at the time!  I think her name was Pam or something...

What was the point in this story?  Well it's funny how few times I've physically fell in life and got back up, but I find myself falling short on my dreams and I'm can help but wonder...where did I learn to get back up?...Without help...