I got sick the week of 4/24. Bronchitis.
I was tired of being sick. I was tired of not getting contracts and gigs.
I cancelled appointments and took to my bed. Then 4/21 @ 11:30 am, it was reported Prince died.
Wait, what, Prince...my glorious, talented, enigma, gifted Prince.
It was true. I was swirling. The rumors came fast and furious. Addiction and illness. Money woes.
I didn't care. Prince was gone.
I was a fan, not a fiend. Every era of my adulthood referenced a Prince cut.
Soft and Wet , Head, Little Nikki, lady cab driver, sexy mofo and Take me with you...a song my hubby sings to me often.
I felt sicker. How and why. Prince was a egnima. Brilliant, kind, stubborn, smart, helpful, vocal, he Did Him.
It came to this.
I am sick of folks talking about Prince. He died. He was a human being. He was a private man.
Let him rest in peace and mind your fucking business, he minded his.
#riptoPrince
I do not care how he died, I am grateful for his life.
