*This might be a long read so bear with me*
OP, I don't know where your area is bruh but I was out in San Fernando Valley for a good minute. You're bound to cross paths there with lower tier celebs, they just migrate there plus it's the porn mecca. This thread brought back memories, I gotta share em lol. Head out to the vitamin shoppe in Northridge and you'll probably run into Flex Alexander or Max Julien. Max is a good brother and he's a hippy, him and wife were BIG supplements junkies and they looked damn good for their ages the times I saw them. Every time I saw Flex, this ninja would get finessed by the store reps. They had this ninja buying those TUBS of $60- 7 serving vegan protein powders and all types of useless bs.
So it's March 2010 and mid terms are over, I had a tradition where I would just have a day out to myself to de-stress. So I go out get to a meal and head to the westfield promenade in topanga to use that student discount. I get there and gay ass marques houston, this chubby omarion lookalike (found out its his brother) and some unknowns are with them as well. Marques was drinking juice outta this big ass tropicana bottle appraising every dude that walked past him.
So I finish the movie and plan to get some gas cos I'm gonna cap my day off by heading over to Magnolia Hollywood for a cut. So I stop at the arco in Winnetka and there is an old champagne colored camry across from me. I go in to pay for gas, come out and I see fukkin' flesh n bone hoppin' out of that camry to pump gas. I walk up to the pump and dude is staring right through me with that blank shark eye stare. I'll never forget that look. He was clearly psychotic and I wanted no parts of that situation, this is my chill day lol.
So I shake that off and head to In The Cut Barbershop in North Hollywood. Park my shyt and make sure nothing valuable is visible. That plaza attracts seedy ass people, my car always drew attention+ its hood as fukk over there with beaucoup crip ninja's that hung out on that plaza . Almost to the shop and I see Raz B hop out this RAGGEDY ass chevy tahoe. This dude harassing every white person in his path handing out pamphlets and cards telling them he was a brainwashed rape victim. Raz B sees me, puts his head down and I go on my way into the shop
Open the door walk in the shop and it's dead silence. Robert Townsend, Earthquake, and Joe Torry got the whole shop to themselves. Robert in the chair looking nervous like I'm a jackboy or some shyt. I sit down and immediately Joe just starts going hard at me with the jokes while earthquake is egging him on. My barber and Robert are laughing their asses off. Duke is like these dudes paying over $300 for a cut and privacy, I can't get you today bruh.
I take the side streets home, heading down balboa and I stop at the red light before I turn into my old neighborhood. I feel somebody burning a hole in me staring at me. I turn my head to see a white jeep next to me and it's that cocksucker marques houston lookin at me with a super gay stare.
True story and the weirdest day of my life no doubt.