#HBD: CMB

Name: C. M@ur!ce "Moe" Br0wn

Birthdate: 5/5/1989

Location: The West Coast via Tappahannock, VA 🖖🏾

Why they feelin' The Sting today:

Aight, y’all. I mentioned earlier that I’m actually part of three *FOUR* sets of twins:

• There’s my three-years-older twin brother, the @ntichr!st; 

• My three-years-older twin *flame* brother, a.k.a. Angry Burrito Baby's father (🙄😒)

• My c@rp3t-munch!ng superstar twin sister within a set of Irish quadruplets; 

• And Moe, my Irish twin brother/biological son with my bro the @ntichr!st, that I’m only one year & two months older than 😓

From jump, interacting with Moe was like dealing with a baby version of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde—or better yet, a Chücky doll that can sing really, really ridiculously well 🔪🎶

Moe didn’t speak actual words to anyone until he was about eight-years-old. Up to that point in our lives, he’d basically set things up to where I was speaking for the both of us & guesstimating Moe’s real thoughts based on his behaviors.

He was next-level manipulative from jump, y’all, but given his tragic background story & upbringing, I always had a special place in my ❤️ for Moe.

We had a lot in common despite being raised separately: 

• We were both carried & delivered via surrogate (our abüsive & n3gl3ctful surrogate moms are actually not-so-distant cousins); 

• Both raised primarily as only children within a very, very large family structure; 

• And both trying to make sense of our chaotic lived experiences at around the same time in our lives. 

In that sense, Moe sees *me* as his real mom over his actual gestational carrier.

As sweet as that sounds, never forget Moe was just like a Chücky doll that sang remarkably well, despite otherwise being a complete t3rr0r. 

I mean, his “juvenile badness” levels rivaled those of my slightly older twin brother, the @ntichr!st #yikes 😬

As we got older, more & more details were revealed to Moe & I about our complex heritage & bl00dline. 

As it turns out, Moe was *also* the product of a brother/sister union, despite being as "normal-looking" & conventionally attractive as he was.

Moe’s biological parents were not only siblings, but young a$$ siblings at that; the best solution they found was putting him up for adoption.

Again, though: Lil Moe had special needs despite being extremely bright. 

He couldn’t thrive in just any ol’ home environment. It had to be controlled somehow, given the severe trauma Moe experienced as a youth.

Unfortunately for Moe, the only adult willing to claim responsibility for him was his ain’t 💩 surrogate, a drüg-addicted stage mom with a revolving door of vi0l3nt & abüsive boyfriends who ain’t give a single f*ck about Moe 😔

Flash forward to today & Moe is basically eternally living out his troubled upbringing. 

His is a life of excess, yet it’s sorely lacking in areas like self-love, compassion, understanding, & so much more.

Moe be on a sh!t ton of drügs, y’all, but apparently none of the ones he’s supposed to be taking to manage his bipolar disorder. 

He literally wakes up to a silver platter of his choice of n@rc0tic being offered to him by one of the many “yes” people he keeps around 😱

Over the years, very few people—outside of myself & my biological mom, that is—have been able to “reach” Moe in any significant way.

Even then, the impact the two of us (me & Bio Mom) have had on Moe is... of concern 😕

Moe’s public reputation is that of a hyper-s3xu@lized bad boy; that doesn’t differ too much from *one* of his real-life personas.

I say this to bring awareness to the fact that all the chart-topping freak nasty jams Moe is most famous for were likely (a.k.a. “most definitely”) inspired by his very close female family members 🤯

I’m not judging—& given the rural area of the country Moe grew up in, I’m not even all that surprised. 

But point is: 

My bro Moe is a country h0e, yo. 

There ain’t *no* saving him—he can only save himself—so give up the ghost, y’all, & keep it TF moving 🤷🏾‍♀️

#DASSIT 

#ItIsWhatItIs

#HBDwh0re 🥳