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The thing that was funny was you never saw Prince [first], you smelled him. And you knew when he was there because you'd turn around and go, "Holy shit, I smell Prince." And then, ten seconds later, you'd see him.He's untouchable, he's a unicorn, he's a meta-planet.Even when he was dressed down, he'd dress like Prince: three-inch-tall flip-flops, or these heels with lights—they'd light up when he walked. Hayes: We have a thing called Caribou Coffee in Minnesota, which is like Starbucks.He'd go over there, and he didn't have any pockets. He just had cash he'd carry in his hand—like, a 0 bill.Napster was a big thing at the time, so we'd talk about file downloads and people paying for music. He was starting to embrace technology, but he wasn't that great at it. And I'm in the kitchen and he says, "How do you turn on this oven? I turned it on for him, and he's like, "Oh." I'm, "Do you really not know how to turn on your oven? So I got on a cruiser, he got on a mountain bike, and we rode past everybody with our Afros, and everybody's like, "Oh my God! Washington: First, when you go on the bike rides, you're like, "Wow! Then I stayed there long enough that I'm like, "Oh—this is his thing." This is what he does.Like, I saw him on a laptop, and the way that he'd work a mouse was…very interesting. And to see him on a laptop, he just kinda taps really hard. Washington: He said that he was a fan of my photography. I went on a bike ride with Prince down to Lake Minnetonka! He has the movie theater where you go to watch a movie—he'll buy out the theater.His room was so small compared with everything I saw. It was kinda homey—he had this little queen-size bed, and a huge-ass TV, like a 52-inch flatscreen.He had a little private bathroom right there, a big-ass bathtub in there, and fake palm trees and a tan-colored floor—doing a little beach look.

I could tell he was just copy-and-pasting stuff—when he first started to do it, he'd be copying the seconds or the minutes, however long since the person tweeted it. I would always make fun of how pale he was—I thought he was super pale. He wouldn't follow people—he followed me for a brief second so he could directly message me, and then he would delete the messages. I don't care who you are—if you have intentions that are sexual, I'm not interested at all. Van Jones: He'd always be on the Internet, going through You Tube, trying to find young artists. But he's not the type of person that eats a lot. [One time] I was 17, I'm here dancing, and this girl was really attractive, and I'm just kind of dancing next to her. Jill Jones: I'd never met anyone like him before. He totally threw me off, because he didn't do what every other guy did—like, come to your house at the right time and pick you up, meet your mom and dad." He comes and finds me and he's got a handful of crap—like, "Can we buy this? " He says, "It's out there—it's just running." I said, "Prince, you can't leave the car running—somebody could just steal the car." He said, "This is Chanhassen—nobody's gonna steal the car." So we get out to the car and sure enough it's out there, just running, smoke coming out of the tailpipe.And he's like, "I told you."Springs: I saw his room and all that.He was a legend, a virtuoso, one of the true gods of music.But he was also (at times, anyway) a person in the world like anyone else.

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