Godspeed, Richard Pryor
Richard Pryor could tell a story like no one else could. I still laugh and laugh when I hear his routines about things like the woman with little tiny baby feet, the deer hunter, his grandmother making him go get his own switch, his dad making him get home before 11:30. When Richard Pryor took the stage his comedy was raw and his language was foul but you were guaranteed to laugh. He was smart, angry, lewd, and perceptive of life all around him. I gained a lot about race and racism from his comedy.
This morning Richard Pryor died of a heart attack at the age of 65. He'd been suffering from multiple sclerosis for a number of years now. He'd beaten alcholism and drug addiction. He will be deeply missed.