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Frank Ocean did not want to ride in my rented Ford Fusion; that much was clear. After I parked the car, he met me outside his modernist apartment building in Los Angeles and led me to the garage where he rents three parking spots for three different BMWs. He was dressed casually — gray hoodie, jeans, high-top Vans with red laces, baseball cap — and he jumped lightly from the curb to the parking blocks as we walked toward his late-model blue BMW M3. Ocean no longer had driving privileges as a result of some recent violations, on top of which he was cited for marijuana possession a few weeks earlier. “You can drive,” he said, though I could tell that it was killing him.
At our first official interview earlier in the day,
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and on and on, world without end. Plenty of
mes and
wes, and you'll be glad to learn that of the 131,000 copies of an album sold in its first week, the author bought one. Bonuses: The Times couldn't resist the cover line HOW MUCH DEEPER CAN FRANK OCEAN GO? [Ocean, deep; get it?] The writer couldn't resist putting the cover on his own
website.
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