"Shady Bizzness: " Life as Eminem's Bodyguard in an Industry of Paper Gangsters" Read Free Page B

communicating was something to see. I told him up
front that I wouldn’t get involved in any domestic shit. I wasn’t going
to throw her off the bus or anything like that, no matter what she did,
because that was his mom. So his mom and a lot of other relatives showed
up, not because they were happy to see him but because they all wanted
something from him. Gus booked us in this hotel that was old and had a
plantation feel to it. The room I was in had these doors that would keep
opening all the way back up even though I would keep shutting them. I
would hear knocks at the door, and no one would ever be there, and that
shit was eerie to me. When the crew and I kicked it, we found that we
all had been experiencing the same problems. When we asked the lady
at the front desk for directions to the post office, we told her what was
happening. She was surprised that we didn’t know this hotel was haunted,
and she proceeded to show us pictures in a photo album—all having this
ghastly image of half a man or a man with no head in the background.
We were all freaked out by that but weren’t too worried, mostly because
everyone was going to be tore down that night anyway.
    Before the show, Slim was getting high and drunk on the tour bus, as
usual. Everyone was enjoying himself or herself listening to Tupac, which
was a ritual. The fun began when Slim’s twenty relatives came to the bus.
We kicked the groupies off the bus to make room for his family, who were
all drunk as hell. I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. It was
like “South Park” mixed with “The Beverly Hillbillies. ” I met his mom,
who was like eighty pounds soaking wet with boots on. She appeared
to be a nice lady, but she brought a photographer with her and charged
people $20 to take pictures with her son and sold pictures to the local
news for future stories. Slim told me not to let his mom on stage with him
because she would surely try to become part of the show. I put DT on that
job, and the show went over well. On the tour bus afterward, Slim and his
relatives reminisced—with minor altercations—until he had them leave
so that he could have some real fun.
    I never saw so many free-spirited groupies who were willing to do
whatever you asked them before in my life. I never saw so many young
lesbians together all at one time, either. These three girls, two blond and
one mixed black and Indian, showed up at the tour bus saying how they
wanted to fulfill a fantasy of all three of them by sleeping with Slim. And
they were hot, too. I told Slim about the proposition, and he said that he
was with it, so I took the girls up to the hotel room, and the age-old thing
happened—a call from the girlfriend back home. Slim’s then-girlfriend,
Kim Scott, called him, and they went through their usual argument
rituals—he hung up on her, she hung up on him, etc. I situated the girls,
who got buck-naked and start sucking one another’s juicy breasts and
rubbing one another’s clitoris’. The ladies were getting busy on the bed
while Slim was in the bathroom arguing with Kim. I had my camera ready
because that’s all the fun I was allowed to have. I kept the photos on file for
any future court dates or false accusations of rape. I was still trying to hurry
Slim out of the bathroom.The girls were eating one another out and were
getting wetter by the minute.They were anxious and impatient waiting on
Slim. One girl screamed in hot orgasmic pleasure, as her friend tantalized
her hole with her tongue, “Oooh, Oooh! Where is Slim?” I rushed to get
Slim again, and suddenly he said he wasn’t doing it! I went out to try to
delay the ladies. I said, “Slim’s going to be longer than expected, but there
are some other fellas who would gladly keep you company meanwhile. ”
    These girls totally ignored me in the midst of their smorgasbord.
Their whole mind set was about having sex with Slim. I was frustrated