This song reminds me of a certain era, where I had moved to southside Richmond with a woman who no longer liked me, and I rode a 10-speed bike to meet a dude at Dogwood Dell to go paint houses in the west end for six hours or so. Then I’d ride my bike to Carytown and work at a vet as a kennel attendant on the late shift. The morning dude was a chill dude named Reggie, and we just kept the radio on Power 92 because it was easy (and shit man, I think maybe 106.5 The Beat wasn’t even up yet… damn, I’m old) and at 5, they always had a mix for 30 to 40 minutes. On a good day, Reggie would have time to sneak half a jay in the alley out back, and on an even better day, he’d leave me the other half of the jay underneath the radio. In retrospect, from today, I can say life was simpler. But honestly, that shit felt fucked up then, too. Humans… we’re always into some shit, aren’t we? Nonetheless, because this was a nice up tempo, “Don’t mind me I’m just being a bitch, like I do sometimes” song, and I still have naïve hope the woman I lived with might give a fuck again at some point, this song stuck with me. Still love the song; hardly remember the woman’s name.
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