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that would keep
Kessia out of it as much as possible, since she was such a nice girl. The
lie we came up with was that Kessia was a stalker who was madly in love
with Slim, and she called every hotel and would say and do anything to
get to him. When we got back to the hotel, we saw Kim sitting at the bar,
letting some guy push up on her. The first thing out of her mouth was,
“What the fuck is some bitch doing on your answering machine, Marshall,
and you know about it!” So, we all were like, “What? Oh, that’s Amy, the
stalker bitch. ” I’m telling you, that day we all lied so good, it became the
truth to us. I mean we all should have won Oscars for our acting jobs.
However, Kim wasn’t really buying it, so I pulled her aside and did a little
extra bullshitting to convince her, saying that even though she dogs Slim
out he would never do anything to jeopardize what they have because he
loves her, blah, blah, blah. This was one of the few times they kissed and
made up, even though she threw it in his face a few times throughout the
day. Somehow we made it through that one. Lying for Slim just doesn’t
always pay off.
    A few days passed on the tour. We did Detroit and Cincinnati. It was
May 27th, and I was beginning to come to grips with how I felt about
Slim, Shady Tours, and Paul Rosenberg.We arrived in Atlanta and did the
most hype show we had encountered at that point. There was a sold-out
mixed crowd, and the show was off the hook. That night was wild and
unforgettable because it affected me mentally, physically, and spiritually. It
was a downslide for me, and it showed me that I was a security guard and
nothing else—which means people don’t look at you as human, don’t care
about your family, and don’t look at you as an emotional being.
    On this night, the show was wild, and it was off the hook. Slim was
rocking the crowd. They were amped. He would jump off the stage and
slap hands with the crowd or crowd surf, and I was always right behind
him whenever he did that. I noticed this one guy in particular on the
balcony who would jump down from the balcony onto the stage and act
a fool whenever Slim would jump into the crowd, but by the time we got
back on stage he would jump back into the crowd, so we couldn’t catch
him. He did this at least two more times.Then the guy decided to rush the
stage while Slim and I were on it. He was a big guy, about 6’2”, 250 pounds,
and he was obviously high. He jumped from the balcony to the speaker
to the stage and started rushing full speed at Slim, and he didn’t look like
he wanted to give him a hug, either. I positioned myself between him and
Slim, and the guy sped up like he wanted to buck me like a football player,
so I stepped out of his way as he charged forward and nailed him as he
went past me. I mean, I knocked the shit out of this guy. He flew off the
stage and hit the barricade to the stage. I knew I knocked him out, and if I
didn’t, the fall should have done it. But that wasn’t the case. This guy was
high on something, I don’t know what. He just sat there a few seconds and
shook it off and proceeded to try to get back on stage. I tried to signal the
five security guys who were on crowd control to get this guy out of there,
but they were afraid of him; they didn’t want to work, they were just there
to get the money. So I jumped down and grabbed the guy, but he kept
trying to get away from me, and I started punching him in the back of his
head over and over. Finally, his legs buckled, and before he hit the ground,
I got him in a hold where he couldn’t move his arms and started to escort
him out the side door where the police were. Now the five crowd control
guys decided they wanted to help. They rushed over and grabbed me and
the guy which caused us all to fall. In the process of trying to break my fall,
I dislocated my shoulder. The pain was excruciating, but I still couldn’t
let the guy go because I