In a painfully and awkwardly silent elevator to the 11th floor with one of rap's finest, I had nothing to say. But Mr. Wyclef Jean broke the silence, turned to me and matter-of-factly muttered: "Really like those jeans, yo!"
I wanted to respond: "Ohmigod, really?! I was so debating on whether or not I should wear 2-season-old True Religions to the studio or not. But then I thought, what the F?! I'm feeling vintage today. And yeah, the distress is DEF all me. I added the rips and bleach stains and ink marks all by my little ol' self. So they're kind of like MiCHaeL aNTHoNY one of a kinds, yo diggity! Bag that up!"
Instead, I just gave a half smile, choked down my homo-excitement and mutter: "Thanks, dude!"
I'm so freakin' cool! My jeans transcend racial lines, yo!
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