I Was Carjacked On The Way To Club 112

Champagne on Ice

It was just after Dominica’s 21st birthday and going to be her first over 21 clubbing experience in Atlanta. It was towards the end of the Semester, during exam period, but we didn’t give a fukkk we were ready to partaaay! We were going out with Chris; our Morehouse friend (well back then we didn’t know him that well as we had only met him a few weeks previously, but he was a fun loving guy and we were going out with him for about the third time in two weeks.) The club of choice was 112 on Cheshire Bridge Road. (Man I loved that place so much I still remember the name of the road) Dominica was hyped to be going, as it would have been her first time there.

The Sign In Front Of The Building Requests That You Do Not Spit

So on Monday morning I came into work and there was a sign with a stand (it’s own 5 foot tall stand, can you imagine?) put up in front of the main door that said, “Anyone bringing drugs into the college will be suspended.” Note the fact that it says suspended. Doesn’t that mean that you get a day or two off and then you come back happy as Larry like nothing has happened? The sign should say EXPELLED. Well it should say that if I was to approve of such a sign, but for the record I don’t.

Running Into Anthony Anderson At Lenox Mall

So on Saturday we went to Lenox. So many pretty men that aren’t into women that it is unreal! Saw Anthony Anderson cruising the mall. Patrice had a mad outburst and literally ran up to him, crashing into him in the process. The conversation went something like this: Patrice: Thats that guy. He’s kind of famous… comedian in films

Riding The Marta You Meet The Funniest Characters


The night started off at Django’s… It was meant to be crunk… or so Obi told me… but… it wasn’t. It was Salsa night… and my ass can’t salsa, so you know that wasn’t happening. Tamara lost the heel end on her shoe so we left there within half an hour so she could go change her shoes at the hotel.

Another Record Label Boss and Music Producer in The ATL

Front Porch Atlanta

I met another “owner of his own record label” the last time I was in Atlanta. In fact it was the day after I met mini TI (CEO) who got shot up at The Bounce. I forget his name It begins with an SLet me just call him Simon. I was sitting on my friend’s front porch talking to another friend Obi on the phone as there was too much noise in the house. As I finished talking to Obi this guy walks past and starts talking to me. He is kind of cute and seems nice enough. He comes with some talk about, “I haven’t seen you around these parts before.” I of course opened my mouth and then he realized I wasn’t from there and got excited.

The Bounce In Bankhead Atlanta

Gold Grill

A British friend of mine told me that she had went to The Bounce in Bankhead. She warned me not to go there (not the area, the club.) She said that she was on edge as soon as she walked in. Even though she had enjoyed it somewhat she said that there was always the feeling that something was going to kick off and that there was a fight between two sets of girls the night that she went. Not only were girls fighting, but there were also plenty of girls with gold grills.

Yahoo Chat Online Back In The Day

Yahoo Chat

It is early 2002. I am in my final year at Lancaster University in the North of England. I am on the computer and “Who are you?” flashes up on my screen. It is a Yahoo Instant Message. He is called RuffRyder. I know he has been on my list for a while, but I don’t know exactly who he is. I reply back, “Who are you?” I figure I may as well just throw that back at him, because what do you reply to a question as broad as “Who are you?”

The Atlanta Bomber

Suicide Bombers

We get to the airport and I remember the person at the checkout desk trying to hurry us onto an earlier plane. We didn’t know why at the time but I remember that we didn’t want to as we didn’t want to rush or hang around Texas for hours on end. So anyway we hang around the airport… take our time and then make our way to the gate at the designated time of our original flight.