Ludacris and Eric
Ludacris and Eric, pt. 3
Apr 4th
9:53, Friday morning and I lie in bed crying. Chris isn’t here. I look out on the beautiful water of the Pacific ocean and I wish I could stay here forever. I’m filled with uncertainty about our future. Check-out time is Eleven and my flight leaves at 11:15. He knows. Neither one of us wants to leave. Me to New York and he to Atlanta. He asked me to come with him but I can’t.… Keep Readin…
Ludacris and Eric, pt. 2
Apr 3rd
Luda slept next to me until about three. His phone ringing non-stop woke us. He’d pulled me to his chest and held me tightly during those four hours. The incessant ringing bought me out of the slumber first. I laid there enjoying his arms and chest for a couple of seconds. I got up and he stirred. I shook him and handed him his phone. He mumbled and groaned. “Hey, Chris. Your phone.” I said… Keep Readin…
Ludacris and Eric, pt. 1
Apr 2nd
I awoke Tuesday morning in my California hotel suite, full of excitement. In just twelve hours, I would be at the Kodak theater, attending the B.E.T Awards with celebs like Janet Jackson and Beyonce; and sexy men such as Pharrell, Usher, Ludacris, Nelly, Jay-Z, Andre 3000, and the men of G-Unit. I don’t know what it was but from the moment I saw Fifty Cent ‘s “Wanksta” video, I was amazed. I was encompassed in… Keep Readin…
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