Scarub and Wale followed, and although I didn’t get it on tape, Wale dropped his soon-to-be infamous freestyle dissing the Sonic guy. Overall a pretty good night.
Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didn’t give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girls walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang to me. And worse, I was in love. Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like,and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.