I am sitting behind Larry Mizell in a van. We are driving from Los Angeles to San Francisco. Mad Rad:Mash Hall mobile to next show. I-5 N. Window vision is highway conveyer belt. Buffalo Madonna dropped a chicken sandwich in the van a couple nights ago. The van smells like chicken sandwich. And Venice Beach.
I have been staring at Larry's hair for a long time now. I see faces. It's like being at the laser dome, only different. Larry has amazing hair. Inside Larry's hair is a planet of hip hop data, acumen, and insight. If I was to cut off a curl and eat it, I would turn into Wikipedia. I am now going to play with Larry's hair. And touch him on the right shoulder.
Larry, I can't believe we are in the very same van, ON THE VERY SAME BLOG. I am blogging about you right now. This is a ripple in time and space and Taco Bell. What are you listening to? Describe it in three words. What do you see out the window? What is your favorite ghetto-tech album of all time. What were you thinking about just now, before blogging in response to my blogging that we're on the same blog. What is your favorite Lionel Ritchie song?