I bet you thought I'd come into your thread OP, and make the easy '92 joke so you didn't have to think of one. Well, someone else is going to have to do it. I just can't continue to heap disrespect on the legacy of such a great man that suffered such a terrible fate on that dark summer day. That dark dark day in that hot hot alley with that sticky sticky humidity filling the air. A single stream of light glistening from a streetlamp cascading across strong muscular brown flesh. As he raised his arm to defend himself from the oncoming onslaught, he noticed 4 more men... and they were armed. No, I could never joke about the way they brutalized him for hours that day, could never describe in extreme detail the pain, no the embarrassment, that Nash felt deep in his heart that made him avoid barbershops for years.
