While watching nonstop coverage on the destruction of Florida by a cataclysmic hurricane overnight, I found solace in one thing:
“At least Coolio is still alive,” I kept telling everyone.
Coolio was essentially the soundtrack to my childhood growing up in SoCal during the 90s. Gangsta’s Paradise still fucking kicks, in fact, all his shit is dope.
This is a terrible day in American history. Kids will read about “December 7th, 1941” and “September 11th, 2001”, but they will never read about “September 28th, 2022”: the day Florida got fucked up and Coolio died.
Never Forget 🇺🇸