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so that became our first run-in.
April 28th, Austin, Texas
    This was the wildest, most diverse crowd I had ever seen. They were
off the hook! There were at least 3, 000 people there—the rowdiest people
I had seen in my life—but all of the different ethnic groups were in
harmony. They were fighting to get to Slim. They were rushing the stage
and throwing shit. They twisted up the bicycle barricade and threw it like
it was a pretzel. People were building human ladders and rushing the stage
like that. I had to put Slim on my shoulders and run him to the dressing
room with a wall of security guys around me. Someone pissed everybody
off by throwing a beer bottle through the dressing room window. It was
wild!
    On May 5th, we did Vegas. I was stressed out, tired, and missing my
family. Living out of a suitcase and living on buses was getting tiring. The
show was funny because some kid wore an ICP T-shirt to the concert.Why
would this kid wear an ICP T-shirt to a Slim Shady concert? Everyone
knows that Slim hates ICP. So, upon Slim’s instructions, the crowd ripped
    Slim and D-12 in Detroit outside “The Shelter”
    the T-shirt off the guy and beat his ass and threw him out of the concert.
After the show, the guy was waiting at the bus in another ICP T-shirt,
saying he wanted to talk to Slim, but I think he wanted to do something
to Slim, to be honest. Slim said he wanted to go talk to the kid, but I knew
he was going to go over there and beat the kid up so I didn’t let him. Next
thing I knew, Gus (the tour manager) said he got a call from MGM security
saying that a fifteen-year-old girl was missing who said she was coming to
the concert and asked if we’d seen her. We said “no” and shrugged it off.
That night the police called my room, and I told them we didn’t have any
fifteen-year-old girls with us and got off the phone.The instant I hung up,
they were knocking at our doors, searching our rooms. I told everyone we
needed to leave because obviously they were trying to pin something on
us—and since this was Vegas anything could happen. We got the hell out
of there!
May 8th, Los Angeles, California
    It was crazy that night! All of these people were in the VIP room—
Slim’s people and Dre and his people—and my job was difficult, but
Sarge and Rowe helped me out a lot. We kept getting a request from
inhouse security for this fighter, Tank Abbots, to come up and meet
Slim— he was demanding to meet Slim. The name sounded familiar, but
we weren’t letting anybody else up in the room. We proceeded to do the
show, and the electricity of that show was amazing! Slim had a chance to
meet Dustin Hoffman earlier, and he convinced him to be the mummy as
a stage prop that night. No one in the crowd knew that Dustin Hoffman
was the mummy, and Dre did a surprise spot and performed “G Thing, ” as
well. It was off the hook! Suddenly, we noticed the crowd part and these
three goons making their way to the front. I knew then why the name Tank
Abbots sounded familiar to me. He was one of the “Toughman” champions
WCW-type muthafuckas. He and I were talking shit back and forth, and
I knew that I had backup from Dre’s security, as well. DT busted Tank
Abbots over the head with a bottle, and basically we were fighting him
offstage for the whole concert. We found out that they came looking for
us at the hotel that night, too, and we told hotel security about the earlier
altercation and not to let those guys in. It was wild!
    On May 9, 1999, there was a hip-hop riot, and guess who started it? Slim
Shady, of course! We were in San Francisco, California, at The Fillmore
when it happened. Slim was in the middle of a hype performance when a
hater started heckling him. Slim took notice of the guy and retaliated by
dissing him. The heckler continued, and Slim got pissed. The next thing I
knew, Slim had jumped off the stage with a flying right cross. Unfortunately,
he hit the wrong