I felt kind of raw looking back...the time right around Michael Jackson died and hearing stories of friends being out to clubs or parties and the whole night turning into a tribute to the king. I've been staying in, sticking to the work...and the reality that I've grown out of being a club kid - not that I ever really was. Anyway, last night I was on the floor of Don't Call Me Diddy's White Party and the sun was going down and the DJ started spinning Mike and this fever ran through the crowd. I looked over my shoulder, saw I was rubbing shoulders with the second coming and all I could think was that I hadn't missed a thing.
