The heartache indeed lessens when you receive the lesson.
Picture it 1984, it was a Sunday, I remember because that was “movie day” for my 3 siblings and I. Mommy would take us from Bushwick to Flatbush to that big movie theater, it might be Kings Theater now, not sure, it’s been so long. But what I do remember is her taking us to see Purple Rain. I vaguely remember his songs before going to see that movie, but I remember knowing every word, every song, every eye movement, every dance, every punchline when I walked out of that theater. I wasn’t even 10 years old when that movie came out. But I remember falling in love with this pretty, sexy mother &%O*%_# who humped stages; Continue reading “Why I Have Not And Probably Will NEVER Get Over Losing Prince”