I’d watch an hour special on Tracy Morgan telling stories about Prince.
Maybe because they are so off the wall, but every single one of them are so believable. You can watch the one above about Prince kicking him out of the house and here is another one below.
Another time, when I was living in Los Angeles, I hung out with him and Andre 3000 at the Skybar on Sunset Boulevard. He was down to earth: regular, no extra cheese, no pepperoni — just a slice and a Coke! He was shining like new money.
I hosted the Billboard Music Awards three years ago, and Prince headlined. I didn’t get to talk to him because he disappeared. “Where did Prince go?” “He disappeared!” He was mystique.
Prince’s music taught me how to suck titties! He taught me how to be gentle. Because of him, I once sucked a titty for an hour. At the end, it looked like a tater tot.
That is deep.