now my bed, too, smells like clever musician

So my dear treasure of a friend, Mark Campbell, whom only a few of you have heard of, came over last night and introduced me to one of the most stunning spectacles I have ever seen, so consummately remarkable as to strain credulity. By chapter seven, I was struck speechless. I could barely process anymore, except to writhe painfully in constant breathless laughter.

Welcome, my friends, to R. Kelly’s superb act of genius, “Trapped in the Closet.”

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