Now, usually I'd write something up about something this surreal. (Well, it's surreal to me.) But tonight, I'm hanging back for two reasons. One: I really want and need to get to work. Two: I don't quite know what I think about this. I need a couple of hours, perhaps days to figure out what this means; it may not mean anything.
I do think this, though. Biggie was most certainly a poet and Adrian is most certainly dope for acknowledging that. That's gotta be worth something.