Sixty took it back today so I’ll follow suit.
The year was 1984.
The place Brooklyn, NYC. Flatbush.
It was about 8:30 or 9pm EST. I just finished watching Diff’rent St.rokes and raced to my room. Walked past the Dave W.infield poster, past the poster of Salt-N-Pepa that I got from Word Up Magazine.
Let me set the scene for you…..
We’ll say late 1980′s, say 1988. Around the time of the D.A.I.S.Y Age. Remember that? You’re at a house party or hooky party or something, looking all afro-centric. You got the Africa medallion around your neck, some loose fittin’ pants, a crazy ugly jungle shirt and either you got the high top fade a.k.a flat-top or you began twisting that joint. You’re rocking those thick soled black shoes and somewhere on you, either your belt or one your shoes, you have this…
Somebody you know banged that joint off someone’s car the two nights ago and sold it to you, so you’re rocking it…….
Everyone’s dancing, having fun drinking, the music is banging…….
