Welcome back for Parrrrrrrt TWO of my humiliating tale of the night I met (say it with me now...) "my baby", Chante Moore. Chante possesses the greatest voice I've ever heard, but you should know that by now. Warning: If you're just joining the party, you really need to go back and read "Meeting Chante Moore (Pt. 1): Things Idiots (Meaning Me) Do" before going any further. If you have read it, it wouldn't be a bad idea to do so again, just to reclaim your groove. Before we begin, I'd like to apologize for the long delay. If you were following me back during the release of Part 1 in February, you may remember my subsequent "lock out" from Facebook and Instagram. We believe it to have been related to someone's misunderstanding of my original subtitle, "I Am NOT A Stalker". We'll never know the truth, but I decided to wait and let the air clear, just to be sure. When we last left off, I had rented a carefully sele...
I say the kinds of things that kept me out of the really GOOD colleges. Welcome to my madness. Hope you stay awhile...