So I was suppose to go to St. John's this weekend just to spend some time with, guess who, Erykah. We planned on just hanging out, doing a lot of cool stuff and the more we talked about it, the more we talked about being together.
And just like everything involving Erykah and myself, it self-destructed on Monday, my birthday by the way, because I...
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