September 22, 1992.
I woke up, went to work, got off, met up with my girls for a minute, hung with the boyfriend for a minute (probably had some bad sex), went to the liquor store just because I could, bought something (don't remember what), drank it, and went home.
It was a Tuesday. Wasn't too much poppin' off and even if it was, I wasn't pressed. I'd been going to clubs since I was a kid...my Richmond folks will remember Saturday Kiddie Club at the Ebony Island and Teen Weekend at The Polo Bay. Plus, I'd also been going to adult clubs as well. Even though I didn't look old enough, it was (and still is) all about who you know.
Birthdays then, just like now, are just another day to me.
