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I’m blogging right now as I do my radio show. I should probably stop typing and concentrate solely on the program—I’ve already f’ed up 3 times:

1.) I think someone dropped the f-bomb in the first song I played.
2.) I cut Amy Winehouse off somewhere between “rehab” and “no, no no.”
3.) I accidentally played a song that fit in really akwardly into my playlist. (Thanks itunes
for selecting a new song and playing it everytime I touch my
mouse!)

I also received my first fan letter today. It was from an inmate at the Red Onion Federal Penitentiary. (My show comes on after Holler to the Hood. If you’ve never listened to H2H, do. It’s on Monday nights 8-11.) In any case, I was flattered and planned on writing back to my fan (*not plural.) Then, while I was bragging about my admirer to a colleague, he interrupted me mid-sentence with “Whatever you do, DON’T WRITE BACK!”

I didn’t ask why, I just wondered why I was so naïve in the first place.