The saddest thing about these clubs is that I often see parents at them while their children are home alone.
I see husbands with their girlfriends (instead of their wives) and vice-versa.
I see broke people spending their light bill money on drinks.
I see women who've spent their car payment on their hair and nails.
Clubs are the most depressing places on earth.
Many kids don't want to be in regular school - and even fewer wish to be in summer school.
Many of these kids are the worst in the lot.
The bad seeds in an otherwise good group.
These kids just didn't give a fuck.
Until I met their useless parents.
(Mostly mothers and grandmothers. Where have all the men gone?)
These hookers flirt and try to game me in front of their kids like it's acceptable adult behavior.
Most of these women know me by name and tell me that they'll be in to the club for all five nights this week. (Even though their sons and daughters are failing class after class and grade after grade.)
Many of these hookers imagine that one of the many men they bring home on any given night will be their Knight in Shining Armour, their savior or their Suga'-Daddy.
The funniest thing is... most of these useless hookers claim to be "Strong Black Women" - even though many of them list Superhead, Basketball Wives or the Real Hood Rats of the ATL as their role models.
If these bitches are any indication of those who will mentor the next generation... I've lost all hope.