That Time I Asked Spike Lee Two Questions

They were similar questions

It was 1999. We didn’t party like it, though. Because who knew what was right around the corner? Y2K? September 11th? Not on our radar, or our watch.

I was at the North Carolina School of the Arts, a filmmaking conservatory in Winston-Salem, a cigarette town. The college was in a somewhat impoverished ghetto nicknamed Happy Hills…