My boy Jahmal picked me up from the airport after NY and we discussed whether or not Palin believed that dinosaurs existed (scary scary scary scary scary scary scary) and whether speaking in tongues could be considered a useful vice-presidential skill.
Carnegie called me today and said that our new image should be "artists of the people" and we should slash our show rates and become affordable entertainment for the next generation. Maybe we should just tattoo a hammer and sickle on our foreheads and call it a day.
On the plus side we're throwing an 18+ party at E4 on Thursday, where I'm sure Shwayze will be requested 400+ times and I'll sit outside with a bottle of Moet swearing with the security about how things were different when we were kids before lil wayne and all that, and hopefully walk away with a decent paycheck.
People are calling to ask if I'm going out tonight, I told them to write a letter to their senator and call me after.
Oh very typical club flyer, how you inspire me to find a new career path.
