His name is Prince, and he is sexy. Thank you, Entertainment Weekly.
Back when the cinetrix worked at a video store, nothing made closing up after the late shift better than watching Prince: The Hits Collection with Nzinga or April or whomever I was working with. No matter how late the hour or how shitty the customers, all it took was the murky thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk of "Controversy" and I believed in God, and I believed in me.
[Incidentally, when a customer begs to be let into the video store a minute before closing time, proclaiming, "I swear, I know exactly what I want," it's true. Sorta. They want a movie. What they don't mention is that determining precisely which one will require a lengthy search. Yes, I am looking at you.]
If you need me, I'll be on Alphabet St. Yeah yeah yeahhhhh.
