On this day eight years ago, the world lost one of the greatest musicians of all time, Prince. His music was the soundtrack of my childhood, my teenage years, young adulthood years, and my grown ass woman life, and the world has been a dull, gray mess without his presence.
He was a man who wore high heel boots, eyeliner, and flowing hair, but he didn’t care about the opinions of others. He lived his life according to his own rules, and lived it with gusto and pizazz. I like to believe that he’s not really dead but somewhere living in another galaxy, smiling down upon the ninnies of Earth. Sigh.
The Potty Mouth Granny 