2007. My first real job (I won’t count Best Buy… no offense) as a data processor and my days were about as exciting as an audiobook narrated by a depressed Ben Stein. I used to hit the music websites super hard while “working” since that seemed to helped the hours move faster. Well that, and daydreaming about my fine ass coworker. She was thicker than a Chocolate Peanut Butter Triple Shake. The first time that I heard Dilla’s “Wild” from the reissue of his Ruff Draft tape, she was the first person that I thought of. The knocking of the production seemed to be an equivalent of how body move would when she danced. I haven’t seen her in YEARS yet whenever I play this song, she will always come to mind.