And the children are our future...... SMH

I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't heard it myself. If somebody came and told me they had the conversations I had with the parents of the boy who showed up at my house last night, I would swear they were exaggerating just to make a point. When I tell you I heard some of the most ignorant and immature shit I have ever heard out of parents' mouths today, BAY-BEH! WOO LAWD.....

SMH... Its a lotta shit to be tryna type so Im gonna try to just hit the key points in an effort to keep it brief.....er LOL.

First of all, I knew the interview the boy told me he had was a lie because when I asked him this morning what time his interview was, he said he called and they said he couldn't go because he didn't have his documents, which he thought he wouldn't need because he had taken that stuff to the initial interview. It wasn't the stuff about the documents that tipped me off; it was the fact that it was 7:30 in the damn morning and who the fuck did you call and WHEN cause my son JUST woke you up. He said he'd be spending the day trying to find some other work and then chilling with his girlfriend. Im thinking Oh... so you have a girlfriend up here? Interesting. The more I thought and the more I found about this boy's family situation (a lot of which will be omitted here simply because its too damn much to type) the more I knew he had to go - TODAY.

I get to work and cant reach his mama so I text her that I want to talk to her about her son. She texts me back like a half hour later asking who I was and it was then I noticed the oh-so-classy signature "Mz. Skorpion" on her messages. Awesome. This is going to be just awesome. She says she'll call me when she gets off at 3 so in the meantime I call the boy's daddy, but Im gonna skip ahead to my conversation with her for the sake of fluidity.... The first thing she says to me after I explained why I was calling was "Let him sleep in the street." *insert record scratch, tire screech AND Scooby Doo noise* There was a bit of a silence because I was convinced I hadn't heard her right. "Im sorry?" She said, "Yep. That is exactly what I said." Well. Okay then. She proceeds to tell me how she may sound harsh but people don't know the hell she has been through with the boy (although nothing she specifically mentioned came anywhere near Texas, let alone hell LOL) and how his whole objective was to get back up here to be with his girlfriend and everything is about the girlfriend and anything that interferes with him and the girlfriend becomes double-barreled disrespect. She proceeded to tell me how he overstayed his last welcome at another mutual friend's house because he became very disrespectful to his mother when her rules conflicted with what he wanted to do as it concerned the girl. I said well hold on cause this is not a conversation about him staying with me, letting you know and finding out particulars as it relates to your desires for him. Im calling you cause he CANT stay here and I just want your input as to where he should be headed. LETS BE CLEAR. Her response was she really didn't give a shit. If he comes back to VA, fine. If he stays in Jersey, he is on his own. She does not care where he is, what he is doing and she will not, in any way, shape or form, be sending money, items or support for somebody else to be taking care of him here when she is perfectly capable of taking care of him there and he is just choosing not to be there, so if Jersey is where the answers are, he needs to go find them. Ok awesome sauce, I see you are really not going to be of any help so thank you for your..... time LOL. Sighhh.

Now Papa Punkass.... I see right away what the problem is with him: he don't wanna take responsibility for SHIT. He is one of those smooth talkers that tries to agree with you to make you think he's about something but his subsequent actions - or lack thereof - still leave you staring into the camera. He wants to play victim, talking about its not fair to him that the boy came when he's been saying for so long he cant afford to have him here and doesn't have space. Im sorry, space? Well shorty sleeping on my COUCH. Tell me you don't got wunnadoze and then we can talk about the space you don't have. I get it, theres a lotta shit that needs working out but he needs to be on YOUR couch while yall doing that. You don't have to check in with me, let me know whats been decided or nunna that shit. THIS AINT MY CHILD. That being said, if I had gotten the call he got from me today, I'd be in communication with [me] on and off all day long, making sure we stayed looped in about MY child. Seven hours later, I had to call HIM like what up, yo? He talkin bout the aunt hasn't called him back. Okay so when you coming to get him. He wanna talk about how he gotta be to work at 7 so nobody will be there.... eh-eh, Im talkin bout TONIGHT, Jack. TONIGHT. He gon tell me he have to talk it over with his wife and see how she feels about it LOL. Nigga what? Let me back up cause I obviously wasn't clear: I DONT GIVE A FUCK HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT IT! THIS IS NOT MY CHILD. And with that, we hung up and I imagine he went to talk to his "wife" because she just called me 5 minutes ago saying they were going to pick him and his things up this evening. Yes, I thought you might.

Dad just came to get the boy's things and is on his way to collect the boy from the girlfriend's house. He says, "We found a place for him, he's going to stay with his aunt up in Brooklyn."

*blink, blink*

I just........ sighhhhhhhhh.

*drops mic*