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.