You know you are a Prince addict when you:
- have a backup copy of Purple Rain on DVD (and VHS, if that still counts)
- still have the postcard Devon sent you of Prince on the fridge (it’s been on 4 fridges thus far)
- have a username at housequake.com
- want to name your next cat, “Scarlet”
- your most prized possession is the limited edition double album release of the Gold Experience on clear orange vinyl
- threaten to have an all-Prince party one of these days (ok, I really only do that in my head)
- have to refrain from replying to questions with, “Shut up already, DAMN!”
- have over 12 gigs of Prince and related audio on your iPod
- visit Minneapolis you try your hardest to visit First Avenue and look for the “Prince and the Revolution” star on the side
- start thinking you were Prince in a past life
- don’t think Chaos & Disorder was that bad
- are speaking to someone who says something like “…when were at the roller rink in 1987.” You will immediately think to yourself, “Sign O’ The Times.” It’s purely a reflex action.
- smile when you are in the used record stores and see John Prine
- realize that IIWYG, ICNTTPOYM, IWBYL, SOTT, ATWIAD, & L4OA all mean something to you
- mark June 7th as a holiday in your Palm Pilot
- your Wife yells over, “YOU ARE KILLING ME, NO MORE PRINCE!”
I need help!
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