Jay-Z’s Review Of The Book I Wrote About Him

Those sunglasses are horrible.

Had I walked out of the Porta-Potty ten seconds earlier, I might have inadvertently hit Jay-Z in the face with the door. But let me back up a bit.

Standing in line for the restrooms at Jay-Z’s Made in America Festival last weekend, I noticed a two-level structure about 100 feet away, decked out with plush red chairs, clear views of the main stage and what appeared to be an open bar. Intrigued, I asked the yellow-shirted security guard nearby if journalists were pe...