#HBD: C.J. H@rr!s

Name: C!iff0rd J0$3ph H@rr!s, Jr. (😬)

Birthdate: 9/25/1980

Location: ATL 🍑

Why they feelin' The Sting today:

If y’all thought my slew of biological parents were wayyyy too young (or young-minded 🙄) to be decent parental figures to a lowercase 'L', y'all *clearly* haven’t met my dad C!iff.

I initially grew up thinking C!iff & I were cousins, then half-siblings. 

When I reached high school, it was finally revealed to both of us that we're not only cousins, half-siblings, *AND* uncle/niece & aunt/nephew to one another through our shared father Er!c (😵‍💫🧬)—C!iff's *ALSO* one of my 11 biological dads 😳🤯😱

C!iff is a down-South country boy through 'n through, complete with a sexist & archaic belief system that trickles down into his so-called parenting skills 🤢👎👎 

Nevertheless, C!iff has *always* been immensely bright, talented, swaggy, funny, & cute AF (to me) 😍

His burgeoning rap career sort of eclipsed any plans C!iff might've had to succeed in a regular "9-5"-type world--though he'd be a force to reckon with, regardless. 

But #BestBee-lieve 🐝 the genetic experimentation bull-💩 in our family *continues* to have me, our shared dad Er!c, C!iff—all of us in the family, really—f*çked *ALL* the way 🆙

C!iff & the Fam are glad I’m here *now*—but y’all gotta understand the sheer number of beautiful knucklehead loser children that were born as a result of this genetic bull-💩...

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Before *AND* after I came along, ok???

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One of those beautiful knucklehead loser children happened to be C!iff, himself 🤦🏾‍♀️

C!iff is from Atlanta, GA, & he’s a country n!g, fa sho. 

If there’s a family member of ours that C!iff finds attractive, he actually makes it his life's mission to b3d them—unfortunately, whether the other party is aware of it or not 😬 #yikes

Being witty & charming is the name of C!iff’s game, with a touch of hood intellect & a hustler’s mentality & approach to life.

But when I tell y'all this n!g C!iff is goofy AF & never really matured, despite having a 💩-ton of kids (self-included), y’all *GOTS* to believe me 🙃

Anyways. My biological mom worked out a deal where, in exchange for schooling the youth on how *NOT* to maneuver through the world, one of my youngest-looking & most delinquent-leaning dads was able to “enroll” as a student at my high school as part of his community service obligation #LOL 😆

It was just like the movie version of “21 Jump Str33t,” y’all—*THE* ultimate high school experience, with a lot of talented folks who later went on to become super famous 🤩

Of course, I didn’t appreciate my high school experience back then as much as I do now. 

Seriously, every day was like a movie—or an episode of a really boughetto reality TV show 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyhoo, my high school experience mirrored that of my family situation at the time: 

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There was a general sense of waiting for the next shoe to drop in the "tragedramedy" that was our lives back then 🎭

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I know he's grown now, but part of me will always see Biological Dad #8 as the cool older brother I grew up admiring & dreaming of—someday—being “down” enough to hang with.

C!iff *still* raises h3ll in his own unique ways today, but I’ll always have the utmost love for that fool—#REGARDLESS 🔥🙄🖕💜