So, today I was hanging out in the Loop just doin’ my thang, minding my biz. Out of nowhere, I was approached by a man who says, (and I am being completely serious), “I am Tupac.” Now, dear readers, I do not think he was aware of my obsession with the legend himself, so I thought it was uncanny that he would tell me his secret, of all people to tell. Let this be a call to arms–Tupac is living in St. Louis and he has lost his marbles.
I really would have liked to talk to this Tupac, however he was too busy doing lunges in the snow and singing to pretty ladies on the street. I feel like I would have gotten more than I bargained for, so I just let it be. In true Tupac fashion, he smelled like weed, hit on an old lady who was walking with her children, and was high-kicking in the street. He was completely mad, but think of what fame can do to someone.