So anyways, wouldn’t you know it, the guy is always in the front and he never leaves. He keeps looking at me with a menacing grin, I keep looking at him with a menacing grin and it was kind of like a Mexican standoff of who would pussy out first. You know I wouldn’t because he keeps making baseless threats without any action, and I keep saying “Look, If you want me to be scared of you, then you better hit me.” Wouldn’t you know it, the guy never hit me at all, he just kept making baseless threats and using vulgarity like I was going to be scared by it. I mean this guy acts like he’s in high school and he has to act like the bully and be tough cause he’s going to be picked on if he’s not cool and let’s face it, I don’t think that he has any friends at all in high school. Fast forward to the next time I came up front and wouldn’t you know it he told me to get out of front and I told him that “I’m not scared of you if you don’t hit me” and he did the next gayest thing that a bully could do. He took off my glasses and threw them on the floor, not like I can’t see without them but he’s acting like a high school bully who wants his target to fear him, next thing you know, security comes around him and I had to be forced out of front.

I felt pretty mad after I got kicked out of front, so I yelled out a vulgar, hate-filled rant about how he’s lucky that he has security around him and that he would of been beaten up anyway if he was in public with no security. Not that I wouldn’t beat him up, that would be very cruel. So I tried to contact the manager and he was out, then I had to contact security because they were the ones who could help me with this issue and I described the issue and detail and gave the physical details of the punk who thinks he’s so tough and so mighty. In fact, let’s call him Mr. Big Shot. And after a few minutes/hours (I couldn’t tell), he was thrown out like the loser he was, so much for proving he was tough and cool for sneaking and smoking pot inside of the venue. I’m not joking here, I thought they were cigars or cigarettes at first but the guard told me that there were some people who has snuck in and smoke some pot which is prohibited in a non-smoking venue. So much for peer pressure, I don’t scumb to it because I know what’s cool and I don’t need some teens who are misinformed about what’s cool by being tough, smoking pot and riding flashy rides.

This brings me to my point, why do bullies even try anymore? It’s like they’re trying to be strong and powerful just because they have an inferiority complex. And you know it’s the worst part when they start to swear at you a lot. Like when has swearing become effective in scaring somebody, it’s mostly everywhere nowadays, from TV shows to the internet, hell even music. So what makes him think that swearing at me like a big shot is going to make me pee my pants and flee in terror. That’s what I keep saying, “I’ll become scared of you once you hit me” because if a bully hit’s someone hard enough to the point where they bleed, then it proves that they are serious, they don’t care and that they’ll do anything to keep you out. These guys I truly respect because they’re true to their word, even though it might be violent. Not like those bullies who intimidate people by lifting them up, yelling at them and pushing them against the wall, these guys are pussy who don’t know how to fight or even defend themselves. Hell if there home was taken away and they had to live in the streets, this would be the last day that you’ll ever see them alive ever again.

Furthermore, what gives them the right to think that just because they’re big and muscularly, that gives them the right to act cocky. I have a muscular body and I do not act cocky about it, (I am not making this up, I exercise about every day just to keep up my physique, if you think that I was fat or overweight or out of shape then you need to have your brain checked.) the most usage my muscles get is lifting heavy boxes from point A to point B and when cleaning (which requires you to move your arms around in circles BTW.) Matter fact, if you think that I made this whole situation up or I fabricated parts of it, think again. Why would I lie to you about this situation? Why would I lie just to get a few more followers. Matter fact, why would I lie for fame? Mostly everybody has fabricated parts of their life in order to get fame, Rick Ross did it and now look at what’s happened! Rick Ross with Rakim, that makes me want to puke inside. Sure I hide most parts of my life, that’s because I’m afraid somebody’s going to manipulate it to make me look like I’m egotistical and I only care about myself, also evil. I could link to it but you’d manipulate it in the time that I posted it. That, and I don’t want certain people back in my life, I already made too many mistakes.

Also I meet Too Short in his Cadillac Escalade Limo leaving The Grove. We had a fun chat, told him I was a big fan and that I owned all of his albums, and that’s about it. It was really, really fun meeting him. Note: I am not making this up, this actually happened. For those of you thinking I got kicked out for trying to get backstage and meet him, you’re very very wrong.