I remember it like it was yesterday. After a long flight home from 9 days of snorkeling with swimsuit models and trespassing on the “Lost” set in Oahu, I was picked up at LAX by my dear friend, and fellow Wu-Tang enthusiast JJ. He gave me a hug and I threw my carry-on in the back of his car and we took off. No “how was your trip?” or any of the usual cordial greetings just a minute of silence as we navigated our way out of LAX and onto Century Blvd. I had just spent 8 hours on a red eye from H
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