America Mourns

Rick James, you have left us. Natural causes has taken your breath at the ripe old age of 56. You were a friend, a father, an icon, a freak (to some, a "Super Freak"). And now your "Ebony Eyes" twinkle no more.

I should have seen this coming when you had a stroke on stage in 1998. But at the time, I thought it was a "funky" stroke, a stroke caused by feeling too much funk. I was wrong.

In your honor, I will find me a hizzo, beat her, and then burn her with a crack pipe.

So long dear friend. You will be missed.


I'm going to hell for this.