So I was in Texas for “pre-production” on this Gentlemen’s Club Championship. In Arlington, I had my first lap dance ever, then four or five more - I lost count by the end of the night. And now, I understand why some guys plop down $20 for a three minute song. Although if it had been my own money, I wouldn’t have spent it.

Switching gears:

My friend Rachel gave me a mention in the New York Blade (it’s in the middle of the article).