The date was twenty fifth of September and we were closing in on the summer, preparing for the fall and all that cold it had to bring. I left LA buzzing with the news of Diana and her resurrection, some people went too far and compared her situation with Jesus Christ and how he reappeared during Easter. "The bitch never died, she faked her own death, heard she was in Maldives or some shit…" and knowingly in my hearing as I passed through the airport rushing to get to my plane.