Jonathan Abrams: Halo-Pac is kind of eerie to me. I am someone who wanted to believe Tupac still lived for so long, record after record, until I finally gave up hope somewhere around 2001. Tupac Shakur is my John F. Kennedy assassination and moon landing. I hit adolescence and grew up in California. It was Pac and I thought he would get back up and make a record about it. I’ll never forget where I was — at a friend’s house when I learned of his death.
I haven’t stepped a foot inside Coachella and already I’m being propositioned into minor illegality. While I loiter outside the gate before heading in, a young man named Edgar, who is smoking unfiltered Lucky Strikes, approaches, having taken me for a potential fence-hopping accomplice. I insist that I have a valid pass and official business to conduct, but he’s not so convinced. He tells me he’s broken in the last two years, and that while security has intensified this year — at some point he uses the phrase “tighter than a dolphin’s butthole,” or something similarly hilarious — there are always weaknesses, and he’s going to walk the perimeter to unearth some. And it almost sounds badass enough to try. Ultimately, though, I wish him well and head inside the normal way. Hope you made it in, Edgar.
Note: Yesterday, Vulture reported that director Antoine Fuqua had left the long-in-development Tupac Shakur biopic, in part because he was having trouble finding an actor to play Shakur. Now, John Singleton is negotiating to direct and the casting search (frantically) continues.
October 13, 2011
1991 Furious Styles Lane
South Central Los Angeles, CA 90001
First off, let me say that I'm flattered. When I opened your letter, the last thing I expected was an offer to play the role of Tupac Shakur. While it is an honor to have been considered, there are a few things preventing me from truly doing the role justice.