“I didn’t choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.” Tupac Shakur A simple question: what happens when at 10 am in a studio in Los Angeles you are offered a Montecristo where half the tobacco has disappeared and has been replaced by marijuana? The only person who did it was Tupac. At 10:15 a.m., I started to get high. At 11:00 am, I saw him as Martin Luther King, my hallucination became real. I asked him to drop his jacket. Little by little, he appeared before me as the emblematic pastor during his march for civil rights....
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