So, I’m at this party, right? I see fine shyt across the room—she’s standing there, looking like she just walked out of a magazine. Everyone’s around her, but I’m thinking, “She’s got that aura and it’s calling me.” I walk over. I’m not nervous, not even a little. I smile, stand tall, and hit her with it. “Greetings and salutations fine shyt. I don’t mean to interrupt, but you look like you just stepped out of my dreams. Are you sure you’re not trying to make everyone else jealous with that...