Back then I felt invincible. Rewatching it today, a little older, it gave me existential chills. “Will somebody, anybody tell me why? We die? We die? I don’t want to die!” Indeed.
Oh, and RIP Eazy-E, even though your songs’ graphic sexual depictions scarred my ten year old psyche, ’cause those boys wouldn’t stop singing the lyrics on the bus… TMI?
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