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Was he not my friend?



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From a bar in Phoenix

I should have taken the day off.  Instead, I'm trying to focus on one pointless task after another through watery eyes; trying not to explode on one of the soulless fucks wandering around my workplace.

I know what you're thinking.  I never met him.  He was just a musician that I like.  But let me take a second to share my pain, especially with those, like me, that are still hurting.

I have always loved Prince.  Like all things, my older brother loved him so I did too.  Ever since those younger days I could always call on Prince to get me through.  Courting girls in college, played Prince.  Going through breakups with said tenderonnies, played Prince.  Slow dancing (and or slow rolling) with the wife, Prince, Prince and mo Prince.

With that said, what can you say about someone that has been there for you since forever that doesn't share your DNA?  He was the dearest of friends.

He was also an inspiration for all of us that were little and abnormal.  He was 5 foot noting of the baddest mofo on earth.  Think about that.  Everything people associate with Black men, Prince just said "or nah" and mesmerized us all.

I was watching a Clippers game, and they are a joy to watch.  During a timeout the camera set on Prince and I yelled in excitement.  Dude was just sitting there, enjoying the game in his purple outfit, glorious afro and circle shades and it made my day to see him.  How cool can one person be?

Now the world that we live in in a lot less cool.  I'm going to get through this the same way that I've made it through a lot of things, by listening to him jam.  The elevator won't get me down.  I may shed one purple tear sooner or later but I will funking and rolling throughout the day, too, because that's what that man makes me feel.  Anyone that can do that is a friend.  Prince was my friend and I'm very sorry that he is gone.

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