Tiffany Haddish - The Last Black Unicorn

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Hello, my name is Tiffany Haddish. I would like to invite you to read about a few of my experiences in life so far. I know that a lot of these stories will seem unbelievable. Shit, I look back over my life and Im like, For real, that happened?

Either you will cry or laugh, and I try my best to figure out how to do the second one. I know life is no laughing matter, but having experiences can be. They can be the best learning lessonsjust fuck ups but still lessons. Thats how I think of my life, all my wins are lessons and all my failures are lessons that will one day become wins. I decided to write this book in the hope that someone will read it and feel like, If she can do it, I know I can!

I am inviting you to read it, because I never want you to say I didnt invite you to nothing. So come on in!

S chool was hard for me, for lots of reasons. One was I couldnt read until, like, ninth grade. Also I was a foster kid for most of high school, and when my mom went nuts, I had to live with my grandma. That all sucked.

I got popular in high school, but before that, I wasnt so popular. Kids would tease me all the time in elementary and middle school. Theyd say I got flies on me and I smell like onions.

The flies thing came from the moles on my face. I got one under my eye, I had one on my chin, and so on. That was kind of mean.

The onions thing was because my mom used to make eggs in the morning with onions in them. Every damn morning, I had to eat eggs and onions. That would just make you stink. The whole house would stink.

Yeah, it was mean to say I stunk like onions, but... I did stink like onions.

Kids used to make fun of me all the time about shit related to my mom. She didnt know how to do my hair. From kindergarten on up, I had the craziest hair.

I had long, pretty hair, but she didnt know how to do the ballies, or put it in a cute little ribbon. She only knew how to do the afro puffs, or just one big ponytail, but she didnt comb it all the way through, so Id look like a cone head.

You knowblack women, we got complicated hair. If you do it right, its beautiful. But if you dont, it looks like some crows nest.

In the black neighborhoods, little girls hair is always cute. Theyve got the barrettes and all that. Its a big thing to have good hair as a black woman.

But not me. I had naps, and it was crazy. I would love when I would see my auntie Mary, because she would do my hair, and it would last for a few days. Id try to sleep pretty. Id put panties on my head, so I dont mess it up, and Id sleep pretty.

But there was one nickname that stuck for a long time:

Dirty Ass Unicorn.

I had a wart growing on my forehead. I thought it was just an ugly mole. You couldnt help but notice. It was spiky and big, and I could not hide it. I used to try. I would wear bangs and stuff, nothing worked. It was growing out of my head. It was like a flower, and spiky, and it would curl into itself, like a horn.

The kids would make so much fun of me, they would talk about me so bad. It would make me so mad, it would hurt my feelings so much. I just wanted to hurt them back, but I didnt know how to hurt them back or what to say, because I actually did have this horn.

So all I could do was hurt myself. I would take scissors and I would try to cut off my horn, and then it would bleed. It would bleed down my face.

In school, in class, I would cut it off, and I would just sit there and wait for people to notice me. I would be bleeding down my face, and when they did notice, theyd freak out:

Kid 1: Tiffanys bleeding!

Kid 2: Oh my God, oh my God, she cut her horn off, oh my God! Teacher!!

Theyd be trying to like take care of me, getting me paper towels and stuff. It made them care about me. Hurting myself made them stop hurting me and care about me.

Teacher: Tiffany, whyd you do that?

Tiffany: Because they keep talking bad about my horn. I want to cut it off, so they cant talk about it no more.

The teachers never had no response to that.

Then Id be walking around for three or four days with a hole in my forehead, cause I done cut it off. Then it would just grow right back. Like, in five days, it would be right back.

Finally, one day I was crying about this to my grandma. She grabbed me and started looking at my head:

Grandma: Child, that aint no damn mole. That a wart.

Tiffany: Whats a wart?

Grandma: Its nasty is what it is. You got HPV. Whatchu been touching on, child?

Tiffany: Whats HPV?

Grandma: Its a nasty wart that nasty people get after they do nasty things.

That was messed up by my grandma. Now that Im older, I learned that skin warts is nothing like genital warts. Theyre totally different. But in my grandmas eyes, I was nasty. I was doing something nasty.

The good news is that she got it burnt off. She took me to the doctor to confirm it was a wart and then burnt that shit right off.

Thats how the Dirty Ass Unicorn died and the Last Black Unicorn was born.

High school was way better for me.

I went to a school called El Camino Real. It was 3 percent black. It was mostly white and Hispanic and Asianand pretty much all of them were rich.

I got bused from South Central LA. I woke up every morning about 5 a.m. to catch the bus at 6:15. I had to walk to the bus stop in the cold every morning. I mean, this is LA, so its not like there was snow. But for me, sixty degrees is freezing.

What was funny about high school was that all the things that got made fun of in elementary school, they were valued in high school. I was a great talker and had a unique stylepoor as fuck chicthese were good qualities in a rich suburban school, where everyone else was the same. I stood out.

But the truth is, the main reason I ended up being successful in high school was because of everything I did while trying to get with this one dude, Audie.

I was stalking him. I would send him candygrams. Remember candygrams? I sent him A LOT of candygrams. I gave him a Snickers every week, till we was in twelfth grade. That dude probably has a mouth full of cavities because of me. I would try to write him notes, but I was illiterate, so everything was wrong. It was the worst:

Audie, yo how bout we date er som fing?

I was in ninth grade, and straight up I could not read or write.

I could only read three-letter words or things you see on TV. It was like first- or second-grade reading level.

You wanna hear some real crazy shit? I was in AP classes (where you can get college credit in high school), while not being able to read!

I could not spell or read, but I knew how to talk. I would game people. I would game everybody. Its easy to game school, once you realize that the rules are bullshit and you can get around them.

For example, whenever I had to read something, I would get someone else to read it to me. There was this one dude who was really smart, and he had a deep voice. I would be like, Oh my God, Curtis, could you read this to me, I love hearing your voice. I had the greatest memory, so if he read to me I would memorize it instantly, and then if we had to read out loud in class, I would just say what he had said.