STORY: Name Dropping
I was going to call this post “Famous Black People are Crazy” but it didn’t look as pretty.
Anyway, check out who I bumped into on my second night in Miami.
Yeah, you probably recognize him as Nordberg from the Naked Gun movies, but to me, he’ll always just be Juice; a man with ill-fitting gloves who decided to take action no matter the consequences and polarized a nation in the process. Nice guy too. Apparently he also played football—I don’t know, I’m not much of a sports fan.
After we took this picture, I tried to get him to take another, only this time I wanted him to choke me.
“No thanks, I’m cool man.”
“Not literally choke me, just pretend to choke me.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Really, it’ll be funny, please.”
“I think I’ve got to go.”
“What about just staging a throttling?”
The cool thing about trying to get someone to choke you for a picture is, even if they’re not into it you can just keep asking. I mean, what are they going to do, choke you?
Sadly it didn’t work. But that doesn’t mean there wasn’t fun to be had in Miami.
Among the highlights:
—Suge Knight got shot at my hotel (I was down the street trying to harass a former Hall-of-Famer into pretending to kill me for a picture).
—Christina Million thought she recognized me… as an actor she’d worked with “way back when”. I tried to convert her recognition into my Florida date, but she wasn’t going for it.
(Jim Brown. This guy played football too, but again, that’s all I know, I’m not much of a sports fan.)
—The Ying Yang Twins had the rooms on either side of mine. Yang was pretty cool in the elevator, complimenting my grill and what-not, but one of them kept quacking like a duck at 5 in the morning when I was trying to get to bed. Seriously.
—Taking shots with Jessica Simpson n’ crew was pretty cool. Er, that’s kind of an exaggeration. Truth is they were at The Bravery’s table when I bumped into Sam Endicott (an old friend… always strange when friends become famous, I’m at once curious, jealous, envious, inspired, etc.) Also, Jessica wasn’t drinking. I know what you’re thinking: So who’s Black in that crew? Oh, just the three State Troupers flanking Ms. Simpson to ensure no one took pictures. Incredibly, they were nowhere to be found when she floated past in the pool the next day, but neither was my camera.
I almost forgot though, my favorite moment of the whole weekend by far was getting to meet this basketball player…
I am almost 6’3. Crazy, right? Again though, I couldn’t tell you who he is. I’m not much of a sports guy.
Hey, check out some of the pictures I took over the weekend on my photo site:
Anyway, check out who I bumped into on my second night in Miami.
Yeah, you probably recognize him as Nordberg from the Naked Gun movies, but to me, he’ll always just be Juice; a man with ill-fitting gloves who decided to take action no matter the consequences and polarized a nation in the process. Nice guy too. Apparently he also played football—I don’t know, I’m not much of a sports fan.
After we took this picture, I tried to get him to take another, only this time I wanted him to choke me.
“No thanks, I’m cool man.”
“Not literally choke me, just pretend to choke me.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Really, it’ll be funny, please.”
“I think I’ve got to go.”
“What about just staging a throttling?”
The cool thing about trying to get someone to choke you for a picture is, even if they’re not into it you can just keep asking. I mean, what are they going to do, choke you?
Sadly it didn’t work. But that doesn’t mean there wasn’t fun to be had in Miami.
Among the highlights:
—Suge Knight got shot at my hotel (I was down the street trying to harass a former Hall-of-Famer into pretending to kill me for a picture).
—Christina Million thought she recognized me… as an actor she’d worked with “way back when”. I tried to convert her recognition into my Florida date, but she wasn’t going for it.
(Jim Brown. This guy played football too, but again, that’s all I know, I’m not much of a sports fan.)
—The Ying Yang Twins had the rooms on either side of mine. Yang was pretty cool in the elevator, complimenting my grill and what-not, but one of them kept quacking like a duck at 5 in the morning when I was trying to get to bed. Seriously.
—Taking shots with Jessica Simpson n’ crew was pretty cool. Er, that’s kind of an exaggeration. Truth is they were at The Bravery’s table when I bumped into Sam Endicott (an old friend… always strange when friends become famous, I’m at once curious, jealous, envious, inspired, etc.) Also, Jessica wasn’t drinking. I know what you’re thinking: So who’s Black in that crew? Oh, just the three State Troupers flanking Ms. Simpson to ensure no one took pictures. Incredibly, they were nowhere to be found when she floated past in the pool the next day, but neither was my camera.
I almost forgot though, my favorite moment of the whole weekend by far was getting to meet this basketball player…
I am almost 6’3. Crazy, right? Again though, I couldn’t tell you who he is. I’m not much of a sports guy.
Hey, check out some of the pictures I took over the weekend on my photo site:
HERE ARE SOME
HERE ARE SOME MORE
If I have some time today I’ll be adding more so keep an eye out. Also, keep in mind I'm still looking for 50DATESin50STATES (I'm really doing it). There's more info at the bottom of this page:
CLICK HERE
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