on the real. The last time I was in LA, James was outside my friend's beauty parlor on Beverly in all his pretty-for-no-good-reason glory slanging voice lessons. He followed us out the salon and asked us if we sang. It was the saddest shit ever...
Actually, now that I think of it, you'd fit right in if you permed your hair and shaved.
Gonna miss your posts..."Where ev-'ry-bo-dy knows your na-ay-ayme..."
______________________________ for a minute there, i lost myself.