Soul Glo (Stop frontin' you know the song!)

wouldn't you know some kid gets on the treadmill next to me, and i'm sniffing and like "is that jheri curl juice?" now i don't know if you can appreciate the noxious fumes of a real genuine unwashed head of jheri curls, but its like kryptonite for me. it transports me back to the days i had to ride the bus in the early 90s. it was like car sickness times 50. i remember one time it rained and one of the jheri crew didn't have an umbrella, and she was like "my eyes! my eyes! its burning my eyes!." that juice is deadly. but man these fools in LA just won't let this shit die.