(or, "A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, Especially When All That Matters to Me is the Juxtaposition of the Three, Not Their Grimly Heartfelt Rapport or Moralized Life Narratives")
on "How My Worst Moment Made Me a Star."
I'm sure it will be a mountain of shlock, nothing we don't already know about these two—and if anything, it'll cast them in an especially unflattering, soggy, and probably generic light. But it will be one of those "what's weirder: that this is happening, or that I'm not at all surprised it's happening" moments, and does give me the chance to say Free Darko, Watch Oprah.
(Ballers should never, ever go on Oprah, rappers should be so lucky as to get asked and jump at the chance. That's the difference between the two.)