Transcript
Erica Alexander (0:00)
Coming up on Reliving Single, I'm gonna.
Kim Coles (0:02)
Give a shout out to my nipples. We were, you know, enjoying life and we come in and there's the trump pop. What's up? What's up?
Erica Alexander (0:10)
What are you gonna do? Hurt him with an Isotoner?
Kim Coles (0:12)
He drove around with a stick in his trunk.
Erica Alexander (0:14)
Stop.
Kim Coles (0:14)
Stop. I know who did it. The crackheads did it. The crackheads did it. We need to find it. What if I'm lying? I'm dying. And I'm sorry about that calculator.
Erica Alexander (0:24)
That's right, Ms. Cleo.
Kim Coles (0:25)
Yeah, sometimes being black has payoff. I think my nipples need an.
Erica Alexander (0:52)
Well, welcome back to Reliving Single, the official unofficial living Single Rewatch podcast. And Erica, this week we are talking about a break in.
Kim Coles (1:01)
Yes, a break in New York. If you were there. It was about that life. It was about that life. And I experienced it firsthand when I lived there. Yeah, my car got broken into.
Erica Alexander (1:10)
Oh, what happened?
Kim Coles (1:11)
Listen, you know, I'm not a person who is usually out there on them streets, but I was doing a play at the Public Theater and my friends would come up on my day off Monday from the University of Arts, Richard and all of them, and they would hang out with me. So Richard drove his Jetta up and back. In the day when you had a car, you know, you had to take the full stereo out. Remember that? You had to take the entire stereo out. You had to put the club on, lock it on. He took the stereo out and then we put it in the trunk and we went about our business and we were enjoying life. And we come in and there's the trunk. Pop. It's open. The clothes they put in it and the stereo are gone. So, you know, I'm with Philly guys. The Philly guys was like, yo, I know who did it. The crackheads did it. The crackheads did it. We need to find them. One of them pulls out a wooden stick. Cause Richard drove around. That's my ex boyfriend. He drove around with a stick in his trunk. Just in case. They were all university. University of the Arts students. But he picks up the stick. So then they go. And sure enough, like a block away, there's the crackhead with our stuff on the streets. If I'm lying, I'm dying.
