Flavor Flav!
You'd think that someone who wears a clock around his neck would never be late, but it's almost 10 minutes past the time Flavor Flav's publicist Greg J told me the rapper would call, and there's still no word from his camp. After several minutes that seem like hours and nearly jumping out of my seat every time the phone rings, the call I've been waiting for finally comes through. It's Flav. "Hey Flavor Flav, what's up?" "Not too much, Chris. I'm just hanging out like a coat hanger in a closet right now."

