so it finally happened.
the folks around chris brown seem to be fed up.
so much so,
most of them have collectively gone to billboard magazine.
billboard released a damn tell all article that started off like this…
On a Monday morning around this time in 2016, Chris Brown woke up and sparked a blunt. He had fallen asleep on a bright red sectional sofa in the living room of his $4.35 million mansion in Tarzana, an affluent area of Los Angeles’ San Fernando Valley. It’s where he would pass out most evenings. Lately, says a former employee who was accustomed to scenes like this, Brown had trouble sleeping in his master bedroom upstairs and would instead watch sci-fi movies all through the night. Empty Styrofoam cups littered the table, a sign that Brown — who hadn’t been taking his medication for the bipolar II condition he had been diagnosed with in 2014 — had likely also been sipping lean (a mixture of promethazine/codeine syrup and a soft drink), his comedown of choice after a coke or Molly binge. Brown scrolled through Instagram, hunting for clues about the status of his ex, the 28-year-old model Karrueche Tran. Whom was she with last night, and where? Who was commenting on her most recent photos?
A delivery man arrived and began ringing Brown’s doorbell. “Do your f—ing job!” barked Brown at one of his security guards, a hulking man who had been living for the past three-and-a-half years in the home. But the guard, who was off duty, was asleep, and his partner was outside. Like many other nights, the guard had stayed up late to check Brown’s pulse. The bell rang again — this time, it was a construction worker who had been employed at the house all week. Brown paced back and forth. Finally, he lost his temper. “I’m going to show you what it’s like not to work with Chris Brown for two weeks!” he shouted at the guards, kicking them both out of his house.
At this time, Brown was preparing for the European leg of his One Hell of a Nite Tour, but, according to various members of his team at the time, he would stay up for as long as three days in a row, snorting cocaine and dabbling in Xanax, marijuana, Molly and lean. By the time he finally left for Europe in May…
before we even go any further,
i can hear the:
“omg thats so sad.”
“this is so fucked up!”
“he can’t trust no one!”
shut the whole fuck up.
it’s this coddling thing everyone does with him that is ruining him.
they would have thrown them to the wolves.
not my wolves,
but you know what i mean.
nothing in what i read was surprising to me.
i feel it was a truthful look into his life.
it was sad to me,
but it seems no one will help chris brown but chris brown.
everyone can try to help,
but if he doesn’t take that first step,
then he will continue doing what he is doing.
i was wondering why he was so cryptic on ig?
this video especially:
i guess it was about this expose.
he didn’t expect his crew to go rogue on him.
they fed up because he treats them like shit.
he abuses everyone around him.
hopefully he won’t play “the victim”,
as he does with #teambreezy,
and can really look at what everyone who knows him is saying about him.
usually after things like this,
but you realize you are the common denominator.
good friends will call you on your shit.
chris doesn’t have good friends who give a fuck about him.
he needs to wake up.
there are a million other hungry and talented wolves with fancy foot work.
not only that,
he is a father now.
what example is he setting?
lowkey: the crazy part is chris has gotten chance after chance.
we aren’t gonna be so forgiving with the vixens.
God forbid rihanna pulled this shit.
forget about it.
beyonce decided to start acting out.
that pineapple is now working at foot locker.
chris brown does it and it’s “they picking on him”.