Roland Coltrane
Superstar
so here's my Mike Tyson story...
DC circa 2001
me and the homie Kamal and one of his homies go to State of the Union on U st.
we're having a good time, doing our thing and it starts to be about that time to maybe find some chicks to bring to the crib and see what happens
lucky for us we happen to find 3 girls looking to do the afterparty thing. we're chatting them up, making 'em laugh etc...
and as we're leaving the club one of them disappears and we're wondering where she went. I walk around a bit and I see this girl who was supposed to ride with us talking to some dude
he was kinda short, couldn't see him that well
but then I got closer....
what I witnessed was the most brolic motherfukker I have ever seen in life. dude was maybe 5'9 but he was wide, and was all muscled up, I don't mean like body builder muscles, this was like corrugated sheet metal.
turns out it was Mike Tyson.
so I go to Kamal and I'm like "old girl is talking to Mike Tyson right now yo"
Kamal is like "yikes, ain't really shyt we can do about that right?"
Hell.To.The.Nawl
her friends see her talking to Mike and start to get worried and convince her to come back.
we end up back at our crib by Howard and one of the girls(the ugly one, there's always the ugly one) who was concerned about the other one earlier starts popping shyt about how they should have ended up going to kick it with Mike, yada, yada, yada and they end up leaving after like 45 minutes. after they smoked up all our weed and drank up a gang of alcohol in a short ass time.
where did they end up going? you already know the answer to that brehs.
moral of the story? none, really, just that you really can't do shyt when the baddest man on the planet it trying to holla at the same girl as you.
p.s. I wanted to get an autograph
DC circa 2001
me and the homie Kamal and one of his homies go to State of the Union on U st.
we're having a good time, doing our thing and it starts to be about that time to maybe find some chicks to bring to the crib and see what happens
lucky for us we happen to find 3 girls looking to do the afterparty thing. we're chatting them up, making 'em laugh etc...
and as we're leaving the club one of them disappears and we're wondering where she went. I walk around a bit and I see this girl who was supposed to ride with us talking to some dude
he was kinda short, couldn't see him that well
but then I got closer....
what I witnessed was the most brolic motherfukker I have ever seen in life. dude was maybe 5'9 but he was wide, and was all muscled up, I don't mean like body builder muscles, this was like corrugated sheet metal.
turns out it was Mike Tyson.
so I go to Kamal and I'm like "old girl is talking to Mike Tyson right now yo"
Kamal is like "yikes, ain't really shyt we can do about that right?"
Hell.To.The.Nawl
her friends see her talking to Mike and start to get worried and convince her to come back.
we end up back at our crib by Howard and one of the girls(the ugly one, there's always the ugly one) who was concerned about the other one earlier starts popping shyt about how they should have ended up going to kick it with Mike, yada, yada, yada and they end up leaving after like 45 minutes. after they smoked up all our weed and drank up a gang of alcohol in a short ass time.
where did they end up going? you already know the answer to that brehs.
moral of the story? none, really, just that you really can't do shyt when the baddest man on the planet it trying to holla at the same girl as you.
p.s. I wanted to get an autograph
lame ass