From all these headlines, I can tell that Bobby Brown’s memoir is pretty deep. Apparently in the book, Brown speaks on frying chicken with cocaine at the age of 10.
Brown says, when he was younger, he didn’t know that his mother sold cocaine. He says one day he decided to cook dinner for the family and what he did not know was that the bag of flour was actually a bag of Cocaine.
So I decided to use the large bag of flour I found in the freezer to make some fried chicken. I got the chicken parts out of the refrigerator and covered a bunch of pieces in the flour. Then I dropped them in a pan of sizzling oil. I was 10. So I didn’t realize the strangely pungent smell emanating from the pan. When the chicken pieces were nice and brown, I figured I was done. After I had taken a few bites and feeling weirder with each bite, my mother walked in the door. At first she was smiling at the idea that her little Bobby had made dinner. Then her gaze swept across the kitchen as she got hit with the full brunt of the scene, the smell, the mess, the powder. With horror, she realized what I had done. I fried chicken in her cocaine — a radical new addition to the family’s culinary offerings. Cocaine chicken.
Source: Complex
