Happier times for the whole country
Christopher Wallace, better known to posterity as the Notorious B.I.G., died fourteen years ago today in Los Angeles. (Obligatory S.F. cameo: a few days before, he did a radio interview here on WiLD 107 where he said he'd hired a security detail because he feared for his life.) The case is still open, and new information has come to light as recently as this January -- see
this report for a good précis of Wallace's murder and that of Tupac Shakur -- but hopes are few and far between that the truth will come to light.
Biggie was 24 when he died, which means he'd be 38 today, a year younger than Snoop Dogg. This in turn means that by now his career would have had plenty of time to dry up, go off the rails a little bit, maybe catch a second or third wind but eventually get leveraged into reality TV deals and various products spokesmanships (suggestion: "
touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta" in a 30-second
Tillamook spot) and embarrassing awards-show performances with, like, Gwyneth Paltrow.