I was roommates with Shaggy in rehab.
We were playing volleyball and I was shocked how uncoordinated and spastic dude is—like, fuck...aren't you pro wrestler?
This wasn't long after the eminem feud. I told him his music was terrible while talking shit playing. He looked at me and just cool, calm as could be said, "That's cool, I'm a millionaire, my candy painted cadillac is in the lot, and I've fucked more bitches in a week than you will in your whole life." I actually really, really respected it and thought that was pretty real.
We had little outings, and even with no makeup on and dressed like allen iverson, he got approached everywhere we fucking went. He treated every fan like gold and was actually a down to earth cool dude, just wiggin a lil' bit hard.
He left for a weekend to play their Juggalo Gathering or whatever, and ended up blowing up his knee after falling off stage.
One of those surreal life experiences that doesn't even sound real to me at this point.