Robbie Miller

Ft. Lauderdale & Miami, Florida-Life Bounded Beyond the Trapp Zone Robbie Miller

One weekend, mama & Ms. Nell had a Bar-B-Q. People played cards, smoked weed, drunk & tried to talk to each other's man or woman. Ms. Nell's daughter, JoAnn, kept going over to my mama's apartment. I already heard she snorted cocaine. She was buying it from Ke-Ke. I went in the house to get some of mama's Banana Pudding. Soon as I walked in, I saw mama with a clear, small bag in her hand by her chin. She had her pinky finger in her nose, snorting cocaine. She tried to hide the bag, but it was too late. I knew she smoked weed. It didn't bother me. When I saw her doing cocaine, it really hurt me. Mama told JoAnn "you can get this shit back, this shit burning my goddamn nose." She leaned over to the sink & turned on the water faucet & put water in her hand & washed her nose out. JoAnn took another hit & laughed at mama. I asked mama "why you doing cocaine?" She said "Robbie, stay in a child's place & stay the hell out my goddamn business, & get yo ass own out the door." I'll never get that image out my head.