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Re: Celebrities you've met?
The Club: Part Deaux
We get to the club. Oh, before we get to the club we make a brief stop by the Apollo Theater. In fact, now that I think about it that's where we actually met up with Mike Tyson and his thug friends. Yeah, that's it...that's where we met up with Tyson now that I think about it. Me and my thug friends we're told to stop by there first and meet them and then on to the club from there. So the incident with the Korean/Japanese ladies took place between our drive from the Apollo to the club. While standing in front of the Apollo I saw some pretty amazing shit! I mean, I think I saw more gold chains and rims than Chad Johnson could shake a stick at.
Outside the club (I promise I'm concluding this) the damn line is from here to Rexi's house! I was like Holy Cow!! (Jesus turned around and snarled)
I'm like damn we can't possibly wait in this line...and all of sudden I saw Tyson and his boys sashay right pass the red belt seperating the masses from the truly important and cultured people like Mike Tyson and co. My friend that we were with begins to approach the holy red belt and the rest of us 'acted' like we were with the entourage as well when the bouncer abruptly stopped us - Iron Mike then motioned to let us in and we knew it was on from there!
Now there is no way I can cover all the details here, but I have to mention a couple of more interesting things. At this point Tyson has become somewhat of circus to me becasue of what happened earlier. Finally we're in and now I'm somewhat distracted with the energy of the club, which was amazing -back to that in a minute -, the fact that I'm with Mike Tyson and all eyes are on us, and he's a freakin' nut case!! We mess around for a little while when I run into Tyson in what seemed to be a dungeon on the bottom level of this club. The only way I knew it was Tyson was because of the long thermal undershirt he had on. I have no idea what happened to the mink coat. He's in on the dance floor grinding with this gorgeous chic. I mean he damn near had his johnson out. So he amazingingly remembers me and motions me to get behind her to create a sandwich. I'm dancing a little, you know,...when he decides to palm both of her ass cheeks and lifts her in the air. He's wilding out at this point. (I've been trying to finish this for an hour)
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