Doomed To Reheat

Lil’ Ricky grew up in his Grandmother’s brothel. Gram was too old to be turnin tricks (at least to the general populace, most madams kept a few gentlemen clients that have aged up with them), but Ricky’s mom was at the top of her game, and went to work outside the family’s business, but not out of the family business altogether, if you get our meaning. So lil Ricky and his three sibs got dumped a Gram’s ol Whorehouse, where they lived the life you might expect children to have in those circumstances. It’s no wonder Ricky had to leave school at age fourteen, or that he spent most of his two years of soldier service in an army prison. But once he got out, he hit the world like a velveteen sledgehammer. By age 23 he was working in New York, opening for Nina Simone, performing alongside Woody Allen and Bob Dylan. To be clear these were separate events. Then came TV appearances, National tours, Platinum albums and writing gigs, little Ricky Pryor had arrived.