Obviously, that broke us up for good.
But my master plan was not over. ͳere was one more
chapter.
Christmas Day came. I was at work at the airlines, at the
ticket counter. My white manager came up to me.
Manager: “Tiĉany, there is a woman on the phone for
you. She is very angry. She sounds black, and she is . . .
very, very angry. I don’t normally like employees
taking personal calls on shift, but she is, well . . . she is
very insistent that she talk to you.”I already knew who it was, and what it was about.Tiffany: “Hello?”Mom: “MY CHILDREN SAW THAT!! WHAT IS
WRONG WITH YOU! MY CHILDREN SAW THAT!!”It was Titus’s mom. Remember the mfteen Charlie’s
Angels VHS tapes I sent out to all of his family for
Christmas?
I had Anna’s bootlegger boyfriend splice in the porn that
Titus shot with Bertha, right into the middle of the movie.
He even made up a little title card that said “Titus’s
Angel” that cut right to him fucking her.
Oh hell yes, I went there.
Mom: “WHY YOU PUT THAT FILTH IN MY