Last Thursday I awoke to the hum of my cell phone as it jittered across the night stand . It was a friend asking me if I would mind playing host to a music video shoot. Apparently he had been tapped amidst a game of six degrees of seperation from an indoor brick wall and an open schedule. Fortunatly for degrees five; four; three; and two; I happen to have a lot of time on my hands.
They did my bedroom up with purple lights; smoke machines; and beautiful women. It was all Purple Rain up in there. Kind of like how it is everyday inside my mind...
