
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Ex-wife #8

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I remember the days of wearing stacks. I say "days" because it was pretty much literally about 10 days. I got a nosebleed from the altitude and that was the end of that. I think it all started because the Puerto Ricans were always trying style me into whatever it was they called a Player back then. I had this stylin' straw fedora that I wore cocked back on my head. It drove them nuts that I wasn't wearing it low on my brow.
ReplyDeleteAnd a leather jacket too. "Ju gotta leather, Mang? Ju neetoo getta leather."