Friday, April 16, 2010


So Daryl Gates is dead.

Am I the only one who immediately had Ice Cube's "Wicked" on a loop in my head?

Doin' Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams 
Down with the pilgrims?

When E and I first started dating, he made me a few mix tapes and one of them had Ice Cube's The Predator on it.  I still get all dreamy-eyed thinking about that time, Stalking . . . Walkin in my big black boots.

Which I know is weird, because that was a shitastic time for this country.  As much as I like to think that I am a pessimistic, worldly, smart person, I also somehow expect the best of people.  I still cannot believe that things like this [the whole Rodney King/police trial imbroglio] happen with alarming regularity.  It disappoints me, and makes me feel bad.

So instead, I'll just listen to Wicked and think of how E made me a mix tape and the googly feelings our new relationship gave me.


  1. You are probably the only person on Earth who got a warm squishy feeling upon hearing the name "Daryl Gates."

  2. I think you might be right. At least his name brings joy to SOMEONE.

    I also wonder if they'll play Ice Cube as the music for his funeral. FUN!


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