Dear Bobby Brown…

So…(deep sigh)…I finally finished reading R&B singer Bobby Brown’s auto-biography titled “Every Little Step” and let me just say this…Bobby…you’re about to get it. You TRIED the living and the deceased all in one swoop. First, let me start off by saying that the book to me was not a good read. It was all over the place. There was no flow to it at all. The biggest turn off I will describe in the next paragraph. I won’t give a lot away, but I will state my opinion and distaste for this book. I am glad that I read it so that my assumptions about you were completely verified.

So Bobby…you just aren’t going to take responsibility for shit are you? Nothing bad that has happened in your life is your fault? Nothing huh? Oh…okay! I had been giving you the side-eye since 2005 when the genius that was your reality show “Being Bobby Brown” aired on Bravo. Damn…that was eleven years ago. You came off looking like the saint; a great husband and devoted father (who in the premiere episode just got out of jail and then was in court later in the season for allegedly hitting your wife…mind you); whereas Whitney came off looking like the crazy, attention-seeking, drug addict. If I’m not mistaken Whitney didn’t even want to be a part of the reality show, but she kept showing up. Okay…fine…however, being the caring husband that you were…you should have put your foot down and not allow your wife to be shown on television like that. But you knew what it was. In the end…we all know that Whitney made that show. No one would’ve tuned in to that show without Whitney Houston and you and your team knew that. As much as I loved the show; it was sad to watch because we saw a legend tarnishing right before our eyes. After that…her reputation was tarnished completely and she never gained it back before passing away. It was so bad that she had to block the release of the show on DVD and then filed for divorce not long after that. You always make sure that you let it be known that Whitney was doing crack before she met you. I feel you on that, because I wouldn’t want people to think that I was responsible for the demise of a legend with probably the best singing voice of all-time. Her brother Michael Houston did admit that he introduced her to the drug when she was around 17 or 18 years old. But what you fail mention is that you were also doing crack before you met her. You have lied and contradicted yourself plenty of times in interviews and you have also done the same in this book.

You went as far as to blame your mother…YOUR OWN MOTHER…your DECEASED mother; for introducing you to cocaine. You claim that you were frying some chicken…at a VERY young age mind you…and she had what you thought was flower in a canister…yet when you went to eat the chicken you realized it was coke and you were addicted from that. BOY BYE!!! If you actually consumed as much as you claim that you did…you wouldn’t be here to spew these lies, fairytales and fantasies. It’s funny to me that you blame EVERYONE who is no longer here to defend themselves. You said that the first time you saw Whitney smoke crack was on your wedding night. BOY BYE!!! I can pretty much guarantee that this is what bonded the both of you. It wasn’t just weed…it wasn’t that both of you were two of the biggest stars at the time…it was that crack rock sweetness and NO ONE can tell me any different. You say that your vices were always ONLY weed and alcohol. Yes…they were…but that wasn’t it. I mean people close to the stage at your 1989 MTV VMA performance (pre-Whitney) said that was a crack vile that fell out of your pocket. You picked that girl up too smooth though…but not smooth enough. It’s not that clear, but you be the judge. Look at around the 1:13 mark.

You blamed your late daughter, Bobbi-Kristina for your failed relationship with her. Did you forget that you’re the parent? I can’t stand when the adults blame the children in the situation for a failed relationship. I’ve been in this situation my whole life with my dad’s side of the family. I don’t care if I’m almost 40 years old…I’m still the child in the situation. I don’t have to do shit and neither did she. How dare you! Yes…we all saw how Bobbi-Kristina was a piece of work, but you were her father. You should’ve tried harder especially after her mother died, but you retreated and focused solely on your new family. You proved that when you left her mother’s funeral just because your entourage couldn’t sit with the immediate family. Ummmmm…no they could NOT! You should’ve just had them sit somewhere else and you go sit by and comfort your daughter who is in pain. But no…you had to play the victim and turn her home going service into about you. You blame Nick Gordon for her death (which may hold some truth) but look at how she grew up. She was surrounded by nothing but drugs, fighting, court appearances, daddy going to jail, etc. Now it’s too late!

Janet Jackson…oh…okay! We all see that Janet paid you complete and total dust for you bringing up her name. The jury is still out if you actually had a romantic relationship with Janet. I’m not saying it isn’t true, but it gets a HUGE side-eye from me. For you to say that you kicked a naked Janet Jackson out of your hotel room in 1989 during the ‘Rhythm Nation’ era…at the height of her career and still to this day…no one has confirmed this story. BOY BYE!!! I’m sure that both of you had people in your circles that knew about this alleged event and I’m pretty sure some of them are broke today and could use the money to spill the tea. Yet…no one has said anything about this. Janet’s not the type to sue because she’s used to people making up bullshit stories about she and her family. Janet’s on bed rest completely unbothered and that’s where she needs to be. So leave Janet alone and how dare you! You let it be known that she cheated on then boyfriend Rene Elizondo with you, but barely touched on any of your cheating in this book. How convenient! And as money hungry as Rene is…he would’ve been all over this waiting to tell all and cash in, but even he paid it and you DUST!

New Edition betrayed you huh? You still feel that way I see. Is that why you aren’t on this tour with them? It wasn’t you trying to pull a Diana Ross or David Ruffin on them by wanting to re-name the group after you took lead on ONE hit ‘Mr. Telephone Man.’ It wasn’t you gyrating all around the stage when that’s not what New Edition did? It wasn’t your drinking or smoking that distanced yourself from them? It was ALL their fault. Oh…okay homie! You have lived your life not taking responsibility for anything. You couldn’t make child-support payments because you weren’t working as much. You made that out to be Whitney’s fault as well. How dare she do what she’s been doing long before she met you! How dare she be more talented than you! How dare she have a larger fan base than you! If she would’ve stopped working or cut back…not taking acting roles in huge films such as: ‘The Bodyguard, Waiting to Exhale and The Preacher’s Wife;’ I mean…what would you all have done? She for sure wouldn’t have been able to pay those court and attorney fees for your ungrateful ass. But if you will stoop so low to blame your own mother, then you are capable of anything.

Thanks for the laugh though. This book was certainly entertaining. Nothing like reading about an adult playing victim and blaming everyone for their fuck ups. (Hey…I know someone like that!) Nothing like it. Bobby sis…I have nothing left for you. I will just try to keep my memories of you from the 80’s and early 90’s. I guess mid 2005 too when ‘Being Bobby Brown’ aired. Other than that…I have absolutely no fucks left to give pertaining to you. I hope and pray that you do better by your current wife and youngest children. You’re older children are grown, your career is suffering, your ex-wife and daughter have both passed on. Do better!

Sincerely,

I have nothing left for you!