Its two nights before the VH-1 Fashion Awards, and one night before a party with more cool folk than I can count on 6 hands...
I am thinking about Fred Durst screaming and Tommy Lee laughing and Maybe George Clinton swinging his hair around like dreadlocks grown in a jungle.
I'm thinkin' I want to party with you tonight on a train rolling slow through some tunnel, and laughing along West 4th street.
I'm thinking back two weeks or so to the runways. 48 shows in a week or so. 2 cameras and bags and bags of processed chromes lugged over my back like a Santa Claus delivery on a hot Christmas night in South Beach.
I'm thinking about Pam and her new boyfriend and what her kids are going to say when they get older. Is that really daddy in the video?
And I am rolling out this Sharpie magic marker back and forth listening to Steven Tylers record..