I first time that I saw Prince he was on my best friend’s wall. It was the afro. And those eyes. I was young, but I knew enough to know he was fine.
Sharks! I didn’t actually see them, but I knew they were there. I tucked my feet up under me and made sure the rest of my body was out the water.
Hanging out at First Avenue was always a blast; on any given night Prince, Alexander O’Neal, The Time or Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis could show up.
Unwanted petting of my hair, trying to put stuff in it, presumptuous questions, all were seemingly friendly and joking acts, but I could tell they were a subtle form of ridicule.