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I remember a year ago when Chazz approached me and asked if I'd be his lead drummer, which I thought odd at the time, because he was a stranger, and I was fishing.
"You want to be my baby's mamma?" Chazz had asked through gritted teeth, holding a knife in one hand and a bouquet of lilacs in the other.
"Absolutely!" I responded, which was also odd, because not only did I not own or know how to play drums, I had no desire to be Chazz's baby's mama. But that's how it came to pass. That's why I feed Chazz dollars so he can feed our baby girl. I go home, I cook, I clean, and I help Desmona with her homework. I go to PTA meetings and I shout "Listen, I'm that baby's mamma! Ain't no WAY you taking my baby out of school!" which seems to stir up great excitement, I guess because no one has actually threatened to take Desmona out of school. I embarrass her at ballet recitals, showing up unnannounced and declaring proudly "OOoo-eee, look at that baby girl! I'm that girl baby's mamma!" All in all, it's not so bad, and Chazz - he alright. Except for the ass-fucking. That I don't like.
Date Written: August 04, 2004
Author: Noah Simple
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