anthony: how does the joke begin? three men in a bar? but it s not a bar. imagine the bronx a corner bodega, or maybe a luncheonette, a diner, three men, strictly by coincidence, find themselves in the same place at the same time. sitting at the counter is afrika bambaataa. across the room is melle mel. door opens, and who walks in? dj kool herc. three men who created the musical style that s become the soundtrack to, well, the whole wide world. do they all nod at each other? lament how all of them got screwed over, cut out of the big money? or just laugh at the absurdity of it all? hip-hop it came from nowhere else. it could have come from nowhere else but the bronx. i took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder sha, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la anthony: this is the br
there s literally crackheads in front of that bodega over there and they are getting their cracks and they re not bothering anyone. anthony: man. desus: and you know, the thing is, they are respectable parts of this community. you see them every day. i ve there s literally a eeh a crackhead, i would be the best crackhead possible. anthony: i was a crackhead, and, uh desus: listen, we ve all been there. you know? no judgments! anthony: hey, guys. customer: hi, how s it going? desus: hey, what s up? anthony: all right. look, i m thinking curry goat. desus s uncle vernon used to own this place, but that was three owners ago. now it s lammy s, and lammy took over from some people who put too much cinnamon in their curried goat which, as we all know, is a sin against god. lammy fixed things. curried goat and stewed oxtail, with rice and peas, collards, and yes, mac and cheese. i can t resist. anthony: man, i mean, correct me if i m wrong there s a lot of good food in