People warned me before I went to Odessa: "Be careful, a brotha could end up missing in Odessa."

Odessa, the small oil town in west Texas, the town from the movie "Friday Night Lights," is also Bush Country!

I left New York's Laguardia Airport at 7:50 a.m., and arrived in Odessa at 1:40 p.m., after a connecting flight in Houston. There are no direct flights to Odessa. No one else wants to go to Odessa but me? Looking out the window of my airplane, I couldn't see shit but dry land, cactus and tumbleweeds. It looked like I was landing on Mars. But I knew I would have a good time, 'cause shortly after I arrived, my driver offered me weed. We hadn't even left baggage claim. There ain't much to do in Odessa but drink, get high and fuck!

It was hot as hell during the day, but at night was coool! I loved the people: good-spirited; nice cultural mix. Some blacks, some whites, couple of indians and Mexicans, Mexicans, Mexicans, Mexicans. The Mexicans have been there since Texas waaaas Mexico.

The nightlife was fun. The clubs were popping. I went to a place called Jaguars ... an Odessa strip club. The dancers were excited to meet me. That was cool. I tried to convince one of the strippers to move to New York and pursue her dreams. I can't help it ... I care about human beings.