Black Men Don’t Cry, by Michael Davis – Straight No Chaser #187

October 1, 2010 Michael Davis 15 Comments

I’m blue.

Yeah.

I don’t feel like ranting today. I feel blue. Most of the time I feel really good about life. Today, I’m blue, today I’m sad.

I hate being sad. Why? Because I cry like a little bitch when I’m sad. Every single bad thing that ever happened me floods my memory and I have these crying fits. It happens every year around this time. Sometimes it comes and goes and sometimes like this week it lingers and makes me really sad.

Now, no one sees me cry because I work alone most days so I can ball like Scarlet O’Hara and no one is the wiser. Look, I’ve got an image to protect, I’m a black man we DON’T cry.

Shit, what a great movie that would be;

A Bill Duke Film

BLACK MEN DON’T CRY

Starring Denzel Washington as Michael Davis

Now you are thinking; ‘You just told everyone that you cry like a bitch.’ Yeah, I know I did but I can always say I was kidding. That’s the beauty of the written word, ‘I was kidding’ has just as much juice as ‘I like Asian girls’ or ‘I’d rather move to France than live in a country that would elect Sarah Palin, President.’

Every one KNOWS how much I hate Sarah Palin AND France…or do they?

See what I mean? I’m just kidding…or am I?

I’m a grown man and what do I have in my office? I have a framed 1966 Bat-Man movie poster and a display case with action figures in it. What’s my most prized possession? A mint Caption Action and Action Boy near mint Japanese G.I. Joe.

That’s sad.

Really.

Before my annual wave of sadness having a framed 1966 Bat-Man movie poster and a display case with action figures featuring a mint Caption Action and Action Boy and near mint Japanese G.I. Joe would have been a source of pride.

I know why I’m sad, it’s the anniversary of my sister’s death today and every year like clockwork I get sad at this time. I miss her and all we did was fight. We stopped fighting and she and I started hanging out. I still remember the look on her face when she came with me to Studio 54. The door man came and grabbed us from the throng of people trying to get in but first he screamed over the crowd; “Michael, how many do you have with you?” Sharon was amazed that her little brother rolled like that.

I’m still rolling like that and often wonder if my sister would be proud of me. I’m sure she would be. I was proud of my sister, everyone liked Sharon. I’ll never forget when she introduced me to Andy Warhol at Studio 54; “This is my little brother, he draws also.”

I almost passed out.

It’s funny, all three of my dogs are now sitting at my feet as if they sense that I’m sad and need a wet nose and a lick.

Everyone on MDW (yes even better dead than red) would have liked my sister. I wish you guys could have met her. I’m going to finish drinking my tequila, feeling sorry for myself and prepare a real good rant for next week.

I’ll finish crying (or am I?) and get to work on my rant.

I miss you Sharon, and yes I did take the dollar from your dresser when I was nine…