The Weather Channel didn’t miss on this one. They called it last week. Snow, snow, and more snow. It’s a vacation day, bitches! And I could care less if you work at home or virtually. Ditto for school. It’s a vacation day!!!
It’s crazy that it actually snowed this much. If my memory serves me correctly, this is the most snow this region has seen since the 1996 blizzard. That was a special year for your boy (c/o ’96 & forever). Fortunately/unfortunately, I was in VA. My NYC time was limited to the summer. But err umm, I don’t think two plus feet of snow in any metro area is that pleasurable. But hey…
Every time there is a snowstorm of any significance in the North Jerz/NYC metro area, I’m painfully reminded of the pop-up blizzard on November 16, 2018. Oh, you MF remember. It was the day a few inches of snow crippled and damn near shut down the busiest region in the country. Six fucking inches. This area handles a half foot of snow like most people handle a damn hangnail. But nooooooo (John Witherspoon voice). Not that day. For some unbeknownst reason, this entire region (both sides of the Hudson) decided to collectively act like this was Southwest VA. And by that, I mean three inches of snow cancels school for the week. It’s much more difficult for many reasons. But none of the hurdles rural Virginia faces are anywhere on the radar of NYC metro. It should never have happened. The lowlights? Oh, I’ll mention a few. The largest transportation hub in America, Port Authority, was in essence shut down for about eight hours. Nothing moved in or out. My girl Nique was trapped in that shit hole with a few thousand other commuters for the longest. Fortunately, she was able to stay the night in the city with a friend. It took my uncle five hours to make it home in Hackensack from work in Newark. That’s less than a half hour car trip, traffic pending. It took my queen an hour and a half to make it from Rock Creek to Grieco Elementary, a trip that usually takes about ten minutes. Picture that. And me? Well, I was stranded at a bus stop in Bergenfield for THREE hours. Smmfh. I rushed off Dwight Morrow campus after work in a Lyft to the Bergenfield municipal building. I needed a TB skin test for a lucrative new job. I didn’t have health insurance at the time (smh), and the test cost like $35 at the Englewood Health Department. In contrast, it only cost like $8 in Bergenfield, and their nurse is a very kind lady. I look forward to seeing her once a year. I failed to mention that as I left DM, the snowflakes were coming down the size of a good loogie after it splatters. I had a feeling trouble was on the horizon, but this is North Jerz, damn it. I didn’t hear mention of any type of crazy snowfall, just a few inches. Wrong. By the time I left the health department, it was already getting crazy. Brandi was on her way to get me after she scooped baby girl, but she was caught up in her aforementioned 1.5-hour odyssey. Damn. I tried Uber and Lyft. They were talking about $65 for a ride home. That ticket is usually about $12 at the most. Fuck it. I just wanna go home. But…there were no cars available. An hour into it, I gave up hope on car service and decided to wait for the normally ubiquitous 166 Bus. Within the next hour my dark brown leather Florsheim’s were completely soaked through. My toes began to freeze. I reached out to my uncle and a couple other folk. Everyone was stuck in some type of traffic. Another hour passed. Still no bus. Sometime after that I cried out to my deceased mother for the only time since she passed over three years ago. I cried like a baby for about five good minutes. I got my shit together about a half hour after that. I wrapped my pity party up. I decided to walk to the now closed Subway and at least sit down and let my toes defrost. I’m lying. Kinda. I went to Subway to sit down, let my toes defrost, AND order a footlong steak and cheese, chips, three chocolate chip cookies, and water. I ate slower than I have since I was a child. I charged my devices. I probably stayed about an hour before regaining the confidence to go to the nearest bus stop and try to wait out another 166. No luck. Then I called the CEO. He told me to sit still. A half hour later he scooped me. We went to see the nearby medicine man (an old friend), and he took me to the crib. It took an hour and some change, but I made it home. I immediately called out from work. Fuck that. I got out those socks, laid back, and enjoyed my evening. Fuck that snowstorm. Big ups to the CEO.
Yesterday, I saw disturbing footage of a family of four, a mom and her three children (I don’t recall the state), cuffed and belly down on the pavement. Apparently, the PIGS had reason to believe the vehicle was stolen, yet all the paperwork matched up. I then learned that weapons were drawn on the children. So, you pilgrims mean to tell me that y’all can stand down as thousands of seditionists storm the Capitol, but you draw weapons on a single Black mother and her kids, cuff them, and keep them face down for TWO HOURS on a bogus apprehension? Get the fuck outta here. Fuck all you bitch ass pigs. Suck 100,000 sick dicks. The entire Frank stand.
BONUS FUCKERY FROM THE PIGS
Today, I saw the clip of a nine-year-old girl from Rochester, NY, cuffed and pepper sprayed, in the back of a police squatter. I read that the initial call to the PIGS made it known that the young girl had mental health issues. Yet, the PIGS showed no compassion. Again, there were female PIGS involved. I pray they aren’t mothers. Moreover, I pray their children are never subjected to the things they did to that little girl. My love is extended to EVERY child. Color makes no difference.
NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE. Until next time, y’all. Stay woke, stay blessed, and stay paid.