Damn I miss being a kid and waking up to the smell of scrambled eggs and sausage at 6am, by 9am, im seeing this man
We turn the volume WAY the fukk up and my mom dance all over the house while I
and
at the same time. Sisters bopping around
happy that its the first day of the weekend and we can do whatever we want.
I was a young man so I didn't pay much attention, but some of the women were so
For 2 hours every Saturday morning, being black felt
next to being a God. Nothing but jubilation in my home. I miss that.
R.I.P. Don.