Before that,
two huge events had taken place in my life:
the classic movie Annie was
released, and Mommy was recovering from a major motor vehicle accident. The accident happened shortly after Armani
was born. Mommy’s friend was driving her
to the welfare office, when she drove into a street pole. Mommy flew through the front window of the
van and almost lost her life. I remember
coming home from the first grade and seeing Polaroid pictures of Mommy’s disfigured
face, spread out on my kitchen table. They
were taken by some of Mommy’s drug-addict friends. Mommy’s whole face was covered in blood and
glass. She was beyond recognition. All of Mommy’s dope-fiend friends were
standing around, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, and yelling over each
other’s voices about her accident. Finally
my grandfather, her father, Frank A. Weems Senior, who lived in the uptown area
of the Bronx, walked in and said, “Your mother is in the hospital, she was in a
motor vehicle accident.”
Later, after Mommy
recovered, she sued and was granted $165,000.
Unfortunately, Mommy had broadcast to everyone that she knew (including
Buck) about the settlement funds she was shortly to be receiving due to that
horrific car accident that almost put her six feet under. I can still hear the sound of her keen voice
explaining, “Yeah I crossed over to the other side. I saw this bright light and I was with God. It was so peaceful. I knew that I had children that needed me but...
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