I was in Amsterdam cooking a stir-fry for a house full of people when I got the news about 2Pac. I stepped into the rest room for a moment. Midstream, one of my best friends started pounding on the door hollering, "Oh, my God, they shot Pac! They shot Pac!" What, who, huh? "They don't shoot people in Amsterdam," I mumbled to myself in a fog of disbelief and confusion. I zipped up my pants, washed my hands and ran out of the bathroom still unsure of what my man was saying. It was true. One of rap music's favorite sons had been gunned down in Las Vegas, while sitting in a car next to one of the sketchiest men in the history... More >>>