T.R.O.Y: Why I Am Reading Books I Read 20 Years Ago.

“… I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
22 years ago to keep it on track” — T.R.O.Y by Pete Rock And CL Smooth

I grew up in Minnesota, and when I was in my early teens, I met a charming chap named Jay. He would throw the most lavish parties. Partygoers were under siege from champagne corks that strafed the air. Some scrambled for cover as if an artillery strike had been called down on their position. The constant percussion of the corks' poping created a gaiety for these raging parties. It was the soundtrack of these festive evenings.

One larger gentleman took refuge in Jay’s considerable library. The scent of leatherbound hardcover books permeated the air. The musk hung gently in the air. He marveled that these were all real books. Nobody had seen such an expansive and extensive library in someone’s home before.

Jay kept the upper-crust inebriated and well-fed during his legendary parties that summer. A home that was the envy of everyone. Manicured lawns greener than emeralds greeted guests.

With wealth like Jay’s, it was difficult for you to believe that he could want anything. Yet, he pined for a woman named Daisy. He was coy when she was the subject of conversation. He deftly avoided discussing how he knew her.

A man like Jay, who was always dressed impeccably with the latest fashions from the streets of Paris, seemed…