Tonight, our world is a little poorer.
Ol' Dirty Bastard has merged with the infinite.
I am not, in any way, familiar with hip-hop. That train left the station while I was still trying to convince people it was never going to get better than The Fat Boys.
But I did work at Camelot Records at Highland Mall from 1995-1997. And one day, while sorting the rap section, I came across this album cover. And I stood in the middle of the store laughing for five minutes.
Wu-Tang is now down a man, but The Wu will go on.
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