Friday, June 09, 2006
clouds were hanging from the ceiling
I ran into the El-P last night at Max Fish. He's much shorter and mediocre-looking than I imagined. Maybe Cannibal Ox can make him prettier. And, to further make the last twenty-four hours surreal, I came down to get some lunch and guess who was standing in the lobby, looking seven foot and able to rap? Foxy Brown.
I couldn't talk to either of them.
