Sugar Hill Records burned down early this morning in Englewood.
"Rapper's Delight" by the Sugar Hill Gang was the first record I ever bought.
It's in the genes (and the Levi's). I walk down the street with my broken swagger and that macabre yet charming glimmer (hair side-parted) and suddenly married women are having second thoughts about their commitments. I have walked towards many a happy couple and witnessed the hand-hold between two lovers loosen their grip and fade as I walked passed an unhappy couple, made. It is a difficult onus to carry around yet I must sally forth to the grocery store for sustenance, no matter how many hearts are broken.