Simply Fabolous
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Josh Q. Public: The chain so icy, I got chill bumps on my neck
Public Service Announcement: Ok here we go! How did this happen to us? How did we get here? This is not our beautiful house. This is not our beautiful wife. This does not happen to the Boston Celtics. How far back do we have to go to trace the roots of this? Back to Bias? “I’m strong as a horse!” Back to Red’s unwaivering loyalty? Refusing to break up the band. Back to Reggie’s untimely death? Back to Bird’s back? Back to the failings of one St. Ricky? Back to the demolition of the Garden? Back to the pumping in of all that noise? Back to Pierce getting stabbed in da club? Back to Tony Allen? Back to the cheerleaders? I don’t know how far back we have to go, but here we are. With Bassy. Who may, or may not have, had Fabolous shot. This kind of stuff happens to his old team. Not us. This kind of stuff happens to the Cincinnati Bengals. Not us. This kind of stuff happens to the University of Miami. Not Us. What did happen?
Monday night/Tuesday morning. Whatever. Bassy out on the town. Why not? Heck, their game isn’t untill 7:30. Flat Iron District. 21st. Between 5th & 6th. Justin’s. The artist once known as Puff Daddy’s place. Laid back elegance. Bassy out front. Minding his own business. Not bothering anybody. With his fiancee. Bam! Brandon Margera style. Two gangsters snatch his bling. $50,000 diamond chain. Right off his neck. Not just any gangstas. Fabolous‘ gangstas. The Street Family. Kinda like the Partridge Family only different. Ok. These guys roll into Justin’s. Find Fab and the rest of the crew. Start giggling like little school girls. Enter Bassy. Turns down an offer by an attendant to call the police. He’s all mad like. Whips out his cell phone and makes that call. But to who? That’s just it. We don’t know. Maybe some old Rail Splitter buddies. Maybe somebody with a gun. Maybe his Aunt Tilly. We just don’t know. We do know, 20 minutes later, Fabolous is down, and the dude who shot him is taking off. We do know, Fabolous and the Street Family got hit with gun charges because the dopes were holding on the way to the hospital. Wouldn’t you know the fuzz would be around? Famous rapper shot and all? I’m no original G, but I think I’d know to get rid of the gats. That’s just me. Anyway. Back to Count Bassy. I don’t know what the heck was going on, but it just doesn’t seem kosher to me. The Celtics don’t need this right now. The proudest franchise in all of sports just getting their name sullied about. It’s gross. No one likes their name sullied. Just ask Eddie Johnson. You know, ask the one who didn’t do it. He had his name sullied. He didn’t like it. To make matters worse, Doc Rivers reports to the NBA that Bassy was sick when he left the game at half-time. He wasn’t sick. He was down at precinct 13. Now Doc Rivers wants to play defense? I don’t like this one bit. Not one bit I tell you. Stay tuned. I’m sure there’ll be more.
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
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