Never forget? Fuck you never forget! Never forget me, the most down ass homey to grace that fucking restaurant's doorway. Yeah I ate the four piece meal with nasty fries. Yeah it wasn't as good as Church's. Yeah, I used to binge on some greazy chicken after getting my hair cut at Alfredo's Trendy Hair Designs next door. Yeah Alfredo was Filipino and all his kids and nieces and nephews went to St. Pats up the street and he had pictures of the Backstreet Boys torn from the pages of Bop magazines framed on the multi-coloured walls of his salon. Yeah I was one of the first in line of the middle class hip white kids to gentrify Main Street, by buying organic produce at the IGA and kicking it at the Biltmore back when it was hotel lounge upstairs and Prince Rupert-themed nightclub downstairs. Remember $1 beers and pizza at Pizza Express? Remember Kabul Market and Video Update's 99 and 50 cent Tuesdays? Remember the Lido when it wasn't a fucked up art/retirement project? Remember that torn down building on Broadway and Prince Edward (now it's a condo) that was an empty lot and had three guys clocking the stoop, drinking Bull Max? Remember how when they fenced that in, those dudes just moved to the bus stop instead?
Yeah, I still rock my yellow OG Juicy Chicken shirt on the regular. I'll never forget because that is my fucking shit, 1997 - 2000.
You wanna talk about waiting for the #8 (Southbound) or #9 (Westbound) bus at Fraser and Broadway 1992-1996, I'm here for you as well.
You can buy the shirt here for $27, but you better know what it is that you're never forgetting first.
