He truly was the Osiris of this shit....

On Saturday, November 13th, Russell Jones aka "Ol' Dirty Bastard" died in the studio.  His music touched me, and many of you in ways that one could only describe as "in the bathing suit area".  I was shocked and hurt when I heard this news.  I wandered the streets for hours... eventually collapsing in a freezing gutter, crying to the heavens: "WHY GOD, WHY!!!  WHY MUST YOU TAKE THE GOOD ONES FROM US!!!"

I remember the first time I ever saw ol' dirty, it was on MTV news.  He was taking his children and one of his babies mamas to the wellfare office in a limo to pick up a check.  I saw this and thought to myself, "How can I be more like this man?"  I was instantly mezmerized.  Then i heard his tight rhymes, and was hooked from the line "Bitch burned me with the ghanorrhea, well I got the ghanorrhea twice, so the bitch burned me two times actoooally".  It was brilliant... like someone took a crack head off the streets and said "Wanna recording contract?" and that crack head said "Yes, I would like that very much."

Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of angels take you to your slumber.