I was fortunate enough to be shown the proper technique of butting a man's head by the master. Apparently it's very important to look a person in the eyes as you butt their head.
Earlier in the evening Wesley told me that he would "bust a cap in my motherfucking ass." He had been listening to the Ghetto Boys.
What a great show, he still had the Fiasco. I saw him a time or two later with the keyboards. He had gotten so big, it was scary. He sounded like a bear when he was breathing. The grunting and such.
Pop That Pussy, Pop the Pussy
say Rah! Rock over London, Rock on Heaven...
