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Everywhere you looked, fans were crowd surfing and moshing in the pit. It was amazing to see a fickle crowd cause chaos then release love for Slim. Slim gave the crowd two ovations that night, and they deserved it! After the show, a satisfied crowd mobbed us. Some groupies actually thought that the big brawl was part of the show.

We told them that we always do that! That next day we awoke with bumps, bruises, and scratches from the unforgettable riot. Sunday, May 16th, Minneapolis, Minnesota The show was off the hook, and the crowd was feeling us. We had the super groupie at this show. During the autograph session at this show in the main lobby, she got down on her knees in front of everybody and tried to suck Slims dick.

She unzipped his pants and everything, but he wouldnt let her. Rumour has it that some of the guys from the opening acts took her back to the hotel and got her drunk and, from what I understand, ran bustos on her while she was unconscious and left her in her own vomit.

When she came to, she was ready to fight and call the police, but they somehow convinced her not to. I know she was a freak, but no one deserves to be taken advantage of like that. The most tripped out part about it is that somehow the soundman, Billy, hooked up with her and ended up falling in love with her.

She was the same freak everybody ran through. He even brought her on tour with us. Everybody was freaking out that Billy chose to turn a ho into a housewife, but that was his thing.

To make a long story short, Billy married her. And she was still trying to fuck and suck on the whole crew! May 17th, Lawrence, Kansas On this day and in this city and state, I didnt expect to see anything I saw.

First of all, Slims mother lives in Kansas with her family. Slim and his mom actually communicating was something to see.

I told him up front that I wouldnt get involved in any domestic shit. I wasnt going to throw her off the bus or anything like that, no matter what she did, because that was his mom. So his mom and a lot of other relatives showed up, not because they were happy to see him but because they all wanted something from him.

Gus booked us in this hotel that was old and had a plantation feel to it. The room I was in had these doors that would keep opening all the way back up even though I would keep shutting them. I would hear knocks at the door, and no one would ever be there, and that shit was eerie to me. When the crew and I kicked it, we found that we all had been experiencing the same problems. When we asked the lady at the front desk for directions to the post office, we told her what was happening.

She was surprised that we didnt know this hotel was haunted, and she proceeded to show us pictures in a photo album - all having this ghastly image of half a man or a man with no head in the background. We were all freaked out by that but werent too worried, mostly because everyone was going to be tore down that night anyway.

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Before the show, Slim was getting high and drunk on the tour bus, as usual. Everyone was enjoying himself or herself listening to Tupac, which was a ritual. The fun began when Slims twenty relatives came to the bus. We kicked the groupies off the bus to make room for his family, who were all drunk as hell. I guess the apple doesnt fall too far from the tree. I met his mom, who was like eighty pounds soaking wet with boots on. Slim told me not to let his mom on stage with him because she would surely try to become part of the show.

I put DT on that job, and the show went over well. On the tour bus afterward, Slim and his relatives reminisced - with minor altercations until he had them leave so that could have some real fun. I never saw so many free-spirited groupies who were willing to do whatever you asked them before in my life. I never saw so many young lesbians together all at one time, either.

These three girls, two blond and one mixed black and Indian, showed up at the tour bus saying how they wanted to fulfill a fantasy of all three of them by sleeping with Slim. And they were hot, too. I told Slim about the proposition, and he said that he was with it, so I took the girls up to the hotel room, and the age-old thing happened - a call from the girlfriend back home. Slims then-girlfriend, Kim Scott, called him, and they went through their usual argument rituals he hung up on her, she hung up on him, etc.

I situated the girls, who got buck-naked and start sucking one anothers juicy breasts and rubbing one anothers clitoris. The ladies were getting busy on the bed while Slim was in the bathroom arguing with Kim. I had my camera ready because thats all the fun I was allowed to have. I kept the photos on file for any future court dates or false accusations of rape. I was still trying to hurry Slim out of the bathroom. The girls were eating one another out and were getting wetter by the minute.

They were anxious and impatient waiting on Slim. One girl screamed in hot orgasmic pleasure, as her friend tantalized her hole with her tongue, Oooh, Oooh! Where is Slim? I rushed to get Slim again, and suddenly he said he wasnt doing it! I went out to try to delay the ladies. I said, Slims going to be longer than expected, but there are some other fellas who would gladly keep you company meanwhile.

These girls totally ignored me in the midst of their smorgasbord. Their whole mind set was about having sex with Slim. I was frustrated because I couldnt do anything. Slim was in the bathroom on the phone arguing with Kim. The rest of the fellas were mad because the girls they were with werent putting out. I told the girls, Slim wont be boning you this evening, due to some unforeseen circumstances.

But the DJ and a couple of the other guys want to break you off a little something. Slim basically could have delegated an orgy that night, but Kim stole his mojo!

I gave the ladies Slims message, Ladies, hook up with my boys, and Ill try to get with yall a little later. I said, Aint no use in being stingy with it. The ladies were like, Naw, fuck that! We just wanna get with Slim. You got us up here! You came up here by your own choice. Ladies, you decided to get butt-ass naked and start eating one another out. Therefore, if yall aint fuckin, yall got to go! They were like, Just like that?

I said, Yeah, just like that! The ladies said, Well, it aint that kind of party. So then! Well, your clothes are out in the hallway, then! Everybody was like, Damn, Naz, why you do that? They couldnt get with Slim. They didnt want to get with any of the fellas. So, I just diffused the problem right there. They had to go.

We avoid things escalating and them possibly yelling rape at some point, so I nipped the problem in the bud. Unfortunately, not everyone saw it like that, but oh well. But the night was still young. By this time, most everyone was passed out from being drunk, and I was sober, as usual, so I decided to go down to the bus to get a brew. There was another party going on in the bus. The bus driver was there and a bunch of college girls and their boyfriends, and once again the girls were getting busy with one another.

I was like, damn, there must be something in the air tonight! As usual, I had my camera - the only fun I got to have - and I was like, Yo, can I get some pictures for my scrapbook?

That was one of the reasons, but another reason was in case someone tried to holler rape, I would have pictures of them doing voluntary sexual acts.

So I got pictures of them flashing one another, showing their body piercings and tattoos, and basically just demeaning themselves. One girl got feisty and started feeling on her girlfriends breasts while they were dancing. Everybody was drunk, and this one guy decided he wanted to get freaky with someone other than his girlfriend, and his girlfriend was like, Thats fucked up, but its cool. So then she tells me and G the bus driver that she wants to show us something, so she leads us to the rear.

We were wondering what the hell she was going to show us, so I had my camera ready. So she bends over and shows us this tattoo on her ass, she shows us her nipple rings, and she pulls off her Daisy Duke shorts and gets in the spread-eagle position and shows us her clitoris ring.

Of course, every position was a Kodak moment for me. It was a beautiful clitoris ring, needless to say. I took it upon myself to leave at that time because things were getting out of hand. I was reaching the point of temptation that I didnt want to get too close to, so I went ahead and retired for the night. So, if youre ever in Lawrence, Kansas, and youre looking for some young ladies, go to the university there.

Theres only one university, and thats where the action is. However, that night I learned much about the people around me, as well as myself. I was eager that night because the next day I was going home to spend a few days with my wife and my kids. It felt good to be close geographically to Michigan, and I was looking forward to going home.

We were loading the bus and, as I told you before, DT, Eminems road manager, and I were always at odds. Our conflict was mainly due to putting Eminems safety at risk. That night, we left Wisconsin to go to DC, and DT had left his tour book behind without realizing it. Proof, Eminems hype man and a friend of mine, told me that DT had written some negative things in that book about me.

He was taking notes about anything anyone did that he found negative, and he had a lot of negative things written about everyone in that book. He kept it as evidence of how everyone else was incompetent, so that he could gain Slims confidence so that Slim would give him co-management. It justified a lot of his previous actions of undermining Paul and a lot of other people. I didnt turn the book in to Paul because I didnt want to appear as though I was trying to spill the beans on DT because that seemed petty to me.

Proof and I were the only ones who knew what was in that book. All I did was gather the information that I needed and make a mental note of it. From that point on, I watched DT because I knew he was the conniving son of a bitch I always thought he was. Later on, DTs true colors showed themselves, and the other guys saw that I was right about him in the first place.

At one point, Paul came and asked me how I felt about DT. Since they were firing DT, I told him that I had read the negative things DT wrote about him, me, and a lot of other people, and that if we werent going to work as a team I couldnt be comfortable under those circumstances because I knew I was doing my job.

That was probably the only time Paul and I were on the same page and ever really with each other. May 20th Home, sweet home, and it felt good.

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I got to play with the kids and see the wife, but little did I know that the 21st would be a day of drama. I thought a simple trip to Grand Rapids would go smoothly, but I was wrong. It was cool because I drove my own car to the venue rather than ride with the rest of them. Slim did one of the dumbest things ever: he had one of his mistresses stay with him an extra day. Now, everyone knows a real playa wouldnt play it that close. He was only two hours away from home, in his home state, and he wanted to have one of his mistresses stay with him, knowing how crazy Kim was!

He underestimated Kim. Kim told him she didnt want to come to Grand Rapids, so he decided to have his mistress, Kessia, a young lady from Florida, stay an extra day with him. She was cool, and we regarded her as more than just a groupie, and she was definitely more mentally stable than Kim. Of course, the first thing I noticed was the mistake Slim made by still having Kessia there. Everyone was trying to convince him to get rid of Kessia in case Kim changed her mind and decided to come to Grand Rapids, which is exactly what happened.

So we had to hurry up and get Kessia on the first flight out, and she understood because she knew about Kim, while, of course, Kim didnt know about her. Now the whole crew was on lie patrol just in case Slim got caught up, which I didnt like at all because Kim raises hell as it is anyway since she hates the fact that Slim is always on the road.

She hates the fact that he has groupies, and she really doesnt know how to deal with Slims success. So Kim checked into the room, and the first thing she noticed was a message for Slim on his phone. So, her being his girlfriend and all, she decided to play the message. As luck would have it, it was a lovey-dovey message from Kessia, saying how she misses him and cant wait to come see him again, etc. So Kim got pissed.

I mean she went through the roof! We got hip to her finding out ahead of time by the crew manager while we were at a sound check.

So Slim started the lie, and we all put our heads together to come up with a lie that would keep Kessia out of it as much as possible, since she was such a nice girl. The lie we came up with was that Kessia was a stalker who was madly in love with Slim, and she called every hotel and would say and do anything to get to him. When we got back to the hotel, we saw Kim sitting at the bar, letting some guy push up on her.

The first thing out of her mouth was, What the fuck is some bitch doing on your answering machine, Marshall, and you know about it! So, we all were like, What? Oh, thats Amy, the stalker bitch.

Im telling you, that day we all lied so good, it became the truth to us. I mean we all should have won Oscars for our acting jobs. However, Kim wasnt really downloading it, so I pulled her aside and did a little extra bullshitting to convince her, saying that even though she dogs Slim out he would never do anything to jeopardize what they have because he loves her, blah, blah, blah.

This was one of the few times they kissed and made up, even though she threw it in his face a few times throughout the day. Somehow we made it through that one. Lying for Slim just doesnt always pay off. A few days passed on the tour. We did Detroit and Cincinnati. We arrived in Atlanta and did the most hype show we had encountered at that point. There was a sold-out mixed crowd, and the show was off the hook.

That night was wild and unforgettable because it affected me mentally, physically and spiritually. It was a downslide for me, and it showed me that I was a security guard and nothing else - which means people dont look at you as human, dont care about your family, and dont look at you as an emotional being. On this night, the show was wild, and it was off the hook. Slim was rocking the crowd.

They were amped. He would jump off the stage and slap hands with the crowd or crowd surf, and I was always right behind him whenever he did that.

I noticed this one guy in particular on the balcony who would jump down from the balcony onto the stage and act a fool whenever Slim would jump into the crowd, but by the time we got back on stage he would jump back into the crowd, so we couldnt catch him. He did this at least two more times.

Then the guy decided to rush the stage while Slim and I were on it. He was a big guy, about 62, pounds, and he was obviously high. He jumped from the balcony to the speaker to the stage and started rushing full speed at Slim, and he didnt look like he wanted to give him a hug, either.

I positioned myself between him and Slim, and the guy sped up like he wanted to buck me like a football player, so I stepped out of his way as he charged forward and nailed him as he went past me.

I mean, I knocked the shit out of this guy. He flew off the stage and hit the barricade to the stage. I knew I knocked him out, and if I didnt, the fall should have done it. But that wasnt the case.

This guy was high on something, I dont know what. He just sat there a few seconds and shook it off and proceeded to try to get back on stage. I tried to signal the five security guys, who were on crowd control to get this guy out of there, but they were afraid of him; they didnt want to work, they were just there to get the money.

So I jumped down and grabbed the guy, but he kept trying to get away from me, and I started punching him in the back of his head over and over. Finally, his legs buckled, and before he hit the ground, I got him in a hold where he couldnt move his arms and started to escort him out the side door where the police were.

Now the five crowd control guys decided they wanted to help. They rushed over and grabbed me and the guy which caused us all to fall. In the process of trying to break my fall, I dislocated my shoulder.

The pain was excruciating, but I still couldnt let the guy go because I knew I was vulnerable at that point; these five security guys wouldnt have my back. I managed to escort the guy out with my one good arm, and I really cursed those security guys out, probably more from the pain I was in than the fact that they wouldnt help me, even though that pissed me off, too.

By this time the show was over, and we got on the bus, and I was in so much pain that I couldnt even trip out. My armpit socket was hanging down by my pecs. Slim was shitting bricks. He was running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He kept saying, Is there anything you need? Here, take a shot! So, I took a few shots of Bacardi light, and I damn near finished the bottle by the time the ambulance arrived. Slim was real apologetic and thankful because he didnt know what was going on.

He made a lot of promises, like taking care of my hospital bills and saying that he would get me anything I needed. They turned out to be empty promises, but they sounded good at the time. I thought I would be at the hospital alone, but, much to my surprise, DT, of all people, came with me. I wonder what his real motivation was in coming with me, whether he enjoyed seeing me in pain, or why it took me being in pain for him to be nice to me.

Anyway, I wasnt worried while at the emergency room, thinking that since I was Slim Shadys bodyguard they would take care of me. The doctor, a young guy about thirty-three years of age, told me that from the X-rays I was lucky that I hadnt broken my collar bone, and if I had any less muscle mass I probably would have.

He told me that they were going to give me a shot of morphine and then pop my shoulder back into place. It took some time for the doctor to convince me that I wouldnt feel any pain, and even after he gave me the shot, I still tried to protest, but I was out of it before I could even finish my sentence.

From what I was told, it took three doctors to pop my shoulder back into its socket, and DT also told me that when it popped back in, it made this resounding popping sound, and I came out of it, sat up, screamed my head off, and then fell back into unconsciousness. They gave me some smelling salts and another shot to bring me back to, and the first thing I said was, Yall got anything to eat around here? Everybody got a kick out of that.

I was in pain for about a month and had to wear my arm in a sling and take Vicodin. Slim got a big kick out of me taking Vicodin because that was one of his favorite drugs. Besides, he figured with me being on Vicodin, he could get a few free pills here and there. That time off was a period of transition for me.

I learned a lot about myself and realized what I was putting at risk. I was jeopardizing my life and my health for a man whom I really knew nothing about. I got into this security thing just to get in a better position to get my own label off the ground. I quickly realized that I needed to be getting something more out of it.

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I wasnt even making that much money. It wasnt worth the risk. I looked at the situation more deeply because I didnt expect to get hurt on the job; it just wasnt an aspect I had considered.

So I began to feel depressed, used, and neglected because no one really had much to say to me about it except periodically asking me if it hurt or not, but I could tell no one really cared for the most part. The biggest topic was, How long is it going to take for you to heal? Its going take a couple of months, and that it did. This happened during the first part of the Slim Shady tour, and at home I was getting a lot of stares and people were like, Damn, how are you going to protect Slim while youre hurt?

I was like, Well, right now I cant. I had to get some other people to cover me. I felt thrown away and unappreciated. I saw where I stood with Shady Tours. At this point in time, I didnt have a contract with Shady Tours. The contract was getting paid. I immediately pushed the dudes back and grabbed Slim and carried him out the side door to the limo. After putting him in the limo where he was safe, the promoter of Club Shine and I had an altercation.

The promoter was demanding that Slim come back into the club. When I told him no, he was pissed. At that point, I was done talking and ready to whip some ass! The promoter was very disrespectful. While the promoter continued to blah, blah, I ate my fully lit Cuban cigar. That was enough for the promoter to back the fuck up and say, Fuck it! We then left to prepare for the next day.

That Friday, we did another show, and at this one nothing special happened. That day Slim had no time to sleep and couldnt sober up due to press conferences. He took drugs to stay up and to fall asleep. He was dependent on chemicals, I guess from the pressure of the shows and the press. I think the drugs came in mostly because of DT his first road manager. DT would always pull Slim aside with his knapsack and give him drugs. Slim would take Ecstasy and shrooms before every show, and DT always furnished them.

He would always try to slip someone something, and you had to watch him because he would try to slip something into your drink or food when you werent looking.

I told him if I ever suspected him of fucking with my shit, I was going to kick his ass. I attribute Slims excessive use of drugs to DT. Although Slim was a grown man and could make his own decisions, DT was extremely influential. I saw Slim cry for the first time in Boston when couldnt deal with the pressure of the tour. He broke down, and it was a sad sight. They were pressuring him for more press and more interviews, and it drove him crazy that they were always asking him the same questions.

He cried and stormed out of the hotel, and Proof went after him to console him. He missed Hailey, his daughter, and I saw him as human because of that. That was the first time I ever thought of him other than as an entertainer.

He was real - and had real feelings - even though he was intoxicated all the time. On April 17th, we headed to California for the first time. We rode on a private jet about the size of a Pinto, and it fit me like a pair of pants from the eighth grade. We had to go through Customs, and Slim had a pocketful of drugs, so he started stuffing pills inside sandwiches. I couldnt believe it! I knew I wasnt holding shit for anybody. I thought Customs was going to bring out the dogs, but they didnt.

I saw at that point that Slim didnt care about anyone elses comfort - nothing outside of his own world matters, and hes very self-centered. We arrived in LA just after an earthquake hit. We went to a hotel right on the beach. It was a real nice hotel, with an oceanfront view, just like in the movies. The toilets were heated and everything. We were in California for three days shooting the video for Role Model, and it was a long-ass shoot. It was on this shoot that I met Sarge and Rowe.

They were Dres security. They watched me like a hawk, despite the fact that I was working for Slim. That made me nervous. They thought that opposing forces had sent me to infiltrate the aftermath. We all laugh about that to this day.

The shooting lasted for sixteen, eighteen and, sometimes twenty hours over three days. Slim had to do his own stunts, which put him under a lot of stress. I took care of him, but I still wasnt getting any type of response or respect.

He hadnt opened up to me. He would just take off sometimes without me. He would lie about his whereabouts and didnt grasp the fact that he was a well-known star now and needed security. He thought he could handle himself, and I had to talk to him about trying to shake me all the time and that I was hired to protect him. The video shoot started to go more smoothly after that.

One time, his road manager disappeared for a while, and I had to step in and take over that responsibility. I didnt get any thanks for that either, even though I did go out of my way and above my duties. It was cool seeing Dre and Slim work side by side. His wife and kid accompanied Dre, and they by his side while he worked. It reminded me of my family. Slim started getting sick and things were getting hectic, but finally the shoot ended and everyone could get some rest. There was tension because Paul and DT were at odds since DT went missing in action at the video shoot.

DT treated the fans like shit for real then, and he lagged behind when we were loading the bus, which put Slims life in jeopardy. Plus he took Slim out to sign autographs without me, and I checked him about that. He wasnt hearing anything I had to say, so that became our first run-in. April 28th, Austin, Texas This was the wildest, most diverse crowd I had ever seen. They were off the hook! There were at least 3, people there - the rowdiest people I had seen in my life - but all of the different ethnic groups were in harmony.

They were fighting to get to Slim. They were rushing the stage and throwing shit. They twisted up the bicycle barricade and threw it like it was a pretzel.

People were building human ladders and rushing the stage like that. I had to put Slim on my shoulders and run him to the dressing room with a wall of security guys around me. Someone pissed everybody off by throwing a beer bottle through the dressing room window. It was wild! On May 5th, we did Vegas. I was stressed out, tired, and missing my family. Living out of a suitcase and living on buses was getting tiring. The show was funny because some kid wore an ICP T-shirt to the concert.

Everyone knows that Slim hates ICP. So, upon Slims instructions, the crowd ripped the T-shirt off the guy and beat his ass and threw him out of the concert.

After the show, the guy was waiting at the bus in another ICP Tshirt, saying he wanted to talk to Slim, but I think he wanted to do something to Slim, to be honest. Slim said he wanted to go talk to the kid, but I knew he was going to go over there and beat the kid up so I didnt let him.

Next thing I knew, Gus the tour manager said he got a call from MGM security saying that a fifteen-year-old girl was missing who said she was coming to the concert and asked if wed seen her. We said no and shrugged it off. That night the police called my room, and I told them we didnt have any fifteen-year-old girls with us and got off the phone.

The instant I hung up, they were knocking at our doors, searching our rooms. I told everyone we needed to leave because obviously they were trying to pin something on us - and since this was Vegas anything could happen. We got the hell out of there! May 8th, Los Angeles, California It was crazy that night! All of these people were in the VIP room Slims people and Dre and his people - and my job was difficult, but Sarge and Rowe helped me out a lot.

We kept getting a request from in-house security for this fighter, Tank Abbots, to come up and meet Slim - he was demanding to meet Slim. The name sounded familiar, but we werent letting anybody else up in the room.

We proceeded to do the show, and the electricity of that show was amazing! Slim had a chance to meet Dustin Hoffman earlier, and he convinced him to be the mummy as a stage prop that night. No one in the crowd knew that Dustin Hoffman was the mummy, and Dre did a surprise spot and performed G Thing, as well.

It was off the hook! Suddenly, we noticed the crowd part and these three goons making their way to the front. I knew then why the name Tank Abbots sounded familiar to me.

He was one of the Toughman champions WCW-type muthafuckas. He and I were talking shit back and forth, and I knew that I had backup from Dres security, as well.

DT busted Tank Abbots over the head with a bottle, and basically we were fighting him offstage for the whole concert. We found out that they came looking for us at the hotel that night, too, and we told hotel security about the earlier altercation and not to let those guys in. On May 9, , there was a hip-hop riot, and guess who started it?

Slim Shady, of course! Slim was in the middle of a hype performance when a hater started heckling him. Slim took notice of the guy and retaliated by dissing him. The heckler continued, and Slim got pissed.

The next thing I knew, Slim had jumped off the stage with a flying right cross. Unfortunately, he hit the wrong guy, and then it was on! The crowd swallowed Slim like a giant mouth, and I proceeded in after him.

Slim was getting his ass whipped by the same people that helped him sell triple platinum! When I waded into the furious crowd, I was punched. I then turned to the SOB that struck me and beat him into bloody unconsciousness. I had forgotten all about Slim. I had beaten this guy until he was out cold.

The crowd could no longer support his weak legs. Immediately, pandemonium broke out. There were more people fighting in the crowd. DJ Head jumped in to fight; Billy, the soundman, left the booth to scrap; the Interscope street team was throwing blows; and The Beatnuts were kicking some ass. Young Z from the Outsidaz and I were back-to-back knocking muthafuckas out!

Finally, I noticed Slim on the bottom of a shit-kicking pile with this big fella on top of him. Proof and I started whaling on this idiot. Proof kicked the guy in the head a few times, and I gave this dude some nice rib shots he wont ever forget.

Finally, we picked Slim up and threw him back on the stage. We all had to fight to get to safety because the crowd had turned against us. I rushed Slim to the side of the stage and told Gus that we needed to get the fuck out of there! Gus said, The show must go on, or theyre going to kill our ass! Proof came to the rescue by grabbing the mic and hyping the crowd to another level.

He said, Yall muthafuckas like that shit! He continued by telling the crowd that Detroit muthafuckas whoop ass! The crowd went nuts. DJ Head ripped the turntables with some hype mixing and scratching. When Slim came back on stage the crowd showed genuine love like the riot never happened.

The energy was unbelievable. Everywhere you looked, fans were crowd surfing and moshing in the pit. It was amazing to see a fickle crowd cause chaos then release love for Slim.

Slim gave the crowd two ovations that night, and they deserved it! After the show, a satisfied crowd mobbed us. Some groupies actually thought that the big brawl was part of the show. We told them that we always do that! That next day we awoke with bumps, bruises, and scratches from the unforgettable riot. Sunday, May 16th, Minneapolis, Minnesota The show was off the hook, and the crowd was feeling us.

We had the super groupie at this show. During the autograph session at this show in the main lobby, she got down on her knees in front of everybody and tried to suck Slims dick. She unzipped his pants and everything, but he wouldnt let her. Rumour has it that some of the guys from the opening acts took her back to the hotel and got her drunk and, from what I understand, ran bustos on her while she was unconscious and left her in her own vomit.

When she came to, she was ready to fight and call the police, but they somehow convinced her not to. I know she was a freak, but no one deserves to be taken advantage of like that.

The most tripped out part about it is that somehow the soundman, Billy, hooked up with her and ended up falling in love with her. She was the same freak everybody ran through.

He even brought her on tour with us. Everybody was freaking out that Billy chose to turn a ho into a housewife, but that was his thing. To make a long story short, Billy married her. And she was still trying to fuck and suck on the whole crew! May 17th, Lawrence, Kansas On this day and in this city and state, I didnt expect to see anything I saw. First of all, Slims mother lives in Kansas with her family. Slim and his mom actually communicating was something to see.

I told him up front that I wouldnt get involved in any domestic shit. I wasnt going to throw her off the bus or anything like that, no matter what she did, because that was his mom. So his mom and a lot of other relatives showed up, not because they were happy to see him but because they all wanted something from him. Gus booked us in this hotel that was old and had a plantation feel to it. The room I was in had these doors that would keep opening all the way back up even though I would keep shutting them.

I would hear knocks at the door, and no one would ever be there, and that shit was eerie to me. When the crew and I kicked it, we found that we all had been experiencing the same problems. When we asked the lady at the front desk for directions to the post office, we told her what was happening. She was surprised that we didnt know this hotel was haunted, and she proceeded to show us pictures in a photo album - all having this ghastly image of half a man or a man with no head in the background.

We were all freaked out by that but werent too worried, mostly because everyone was going to be tore down that night anyway. Before the show, Slim was getting high and drunk on the tour bus, as usual.

Everyone was enjoying himself or herself listening to Tupac, which was a ritual. The fun began when Slims twenty relatives came to the bus. We kicked the groupies off the bus to make room for his family, who were all drunk as hell.

I guess the apple doesnt fall too far from the tree. I met his mom, who was like eighty pounds soaking wet with boots on. Slim told me not to let his mom on stage with him because she would surely try to become part of the show. I put DT on that job, and the show went over well.

On the tour bus afterward, Slim and his relatives reminisced - with minor altercations until he had them leave so that could have some real fun.

I never saw so many free-spirited groupies who were willing to do whatever you asked them before in my life. I never saw so many young lesbians together all at one time, either. These three girls, two blond and one mixed black and Indian, showed up at the tour bus saying how they wanted to fulfill a fantasy of all three of them by sleeping with Slim.

And they were hot, too. I told Slim about the proposition, and he said that he was with it, so I took the girls up to the hotel room, and the age-old thing happened - a call from the girlfriend back home. Slims then-girlfriend, Kim Scott, called him, and they went through their usual argument rituals he hung up on her, she hung up on him, etc.

I situated the girls, who got buck-naked and start sucking one anothers juicy breasts and rubbing one anothers clitoris. The ladies were getting busy on the bed while Slim was in the bathroom arguing with Kim.

I had my camera ready because thats all the fun I was allowed to have. I kept the photos on file for any future court dates or false accusations of rape. I was still trying to hurry Slim out of the bathroom. The girls were eating one another out and were getting wetter by the minute. They were anxious and impatient waiting on Slim. One girl screamed in hot orgasmic pleasure, as her friend tantalized her hole with her tongue, Oooh, Oooh!

Where is Slim? I rushed to get Slim again, and suddenly he said he wasnt doing it! I went out to try to delay the ladies. I said, Slims going to be longer than expected, but there are some other fellas who would gladly keep you company meanwhile. These girls totally ignored me in the midst of their smorgasbord. Their whole mind set was about having sex with Slim.

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I was frustrated because I couldnt do anything. Slim was in the bathroom on the phone arguing with Kim. The rest of the fellas were mad because the girls they were with werent putting out. I told the girls, Slim wont be boning you this evening, due to some unforeseen circumstances. But the DJ and a couple of the other guys want to break you off a little something.

Slim basically could have delegated an orgy that night, but Kim stole his mojo! I gave the ladies Slims message, Ladies, hook up with my boys, and Ill try to get with yall a little later. I said, Aint no use in being stingy with it. The ladies were like, Naw, fuck that!

We just wanna get with Slim. You got us up here!

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You came up here by your own choice. Ladies, you decided to get butt-ass naked and start eating one another out. Therefore, if yall aint fuckin, yall got to go! They were like, Just like that? I said, Yeah, just like that! The ladies said, Well, it aint that kind of party. So then! Well, your clothes are out in the hallway, then! Everybody was like, Damn, Naz, why you do that? They couldnt get with Slim. They didnt want to get with any of the fellas. So, I just diffused the problem right there.

They had to go. We avoid things escalating and them possibly yelling rape at some point, so I nipped the problem in the bud. Unfortunately, not everyone saw it like that, but oh well.

But the night was still young. By this time, most everyone was passed out from being drunk, and I was sober, as usual, so I decided to go down to the bus to get a brew. There was another party going on in the bus. The bus driver was there and a bunch of college girls and their boyfriends, and once again the girls were getting busy with one another. I was like, damn, there must be something in the air tonight! As usual, I had my camera - the only fun I got to have - and I was like, Yo, can I get some pictures for my scrapbook?

That was one of the reasons, but another reason was in case someone tried to holler rape, I would have pictures of them doing voluntary sexual acts. Tangled Desires?

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