|Max, Me, and the kids|
I don't know what he thought of the green haired, tatted lady running up, but he didn't flinch. "Can I have your beenie?" He definitely raised his eyebrows at that, and a very pretty little girl came to thug me up!! "I don't want your man; I want his beenie!" I explained that my friend loved Bodycount and I would get serious points if I could just hand over that beenie to him. MooseMan was too cool....he smiled when I asked what the big deal was. He whispered "I am having a bad hair day!!" I laughed and said "no way, brother, you can't have that! You are in Bodycount!! That shizzle just doesn't apply!" He took off the beenie and handed it over saying "Twenty bucks..I gotta get something." That was all cool with me! I had a frikken Bodycount beenie!!!
Max and climbed in a cab back to the hotel. I tried to bribe the driver with $50 so he would take us on a tour of South Central. He tried to kick us 2 wasted fools out but of course, we were glued in and not going anywhere.
Some months later, on the MInistry tour, we ran into Bodycount again. Helmet had to sit out a couple shows and were replaced by IceT's band of brothers and we got the chance to be friends. We were one crazed posse!!!