first ride was a dbag but as Ernie Banks used to say, sometimes you have to go backwards to get a running start.
next ride was fantastic, it was this guy who does security for musical acts.
for a while he was doing the weeknd, which ended last night after the grammys cuz the singer had a huge mansion party which i guess was the end of his tour.
this security guy had been doing this forever, like 30 years. he said the weeknd is a very sweet, shy, quiet gentleman
and super nice.
he even compared him to michael jackson, which from my vantage point is a bit of a stretch, but what do i know, i havent been working with the guy for a month.
i said, when you protect him do you have to protect his supermodel gf? he said yes.
i asked how long did you have to work last night? he said late late late.
i asked do you get OT? he looked at me. i said, overtime? he said i heard you, no we have a flat fee, and it is very generous.
i had just picked him up at a cigar shop on wilshire near brentwood.
we talked about various rappers and others who he’s protected over the year.
finally i said, omg did you hear paul mccartney couldnt get into Tyga’s party last night?
he said yeah. he said, that was the fire marshall. anybody would have let Paul in
except for the LA Fire Marshall. they’re the strictest.
and when i got him to his hotel he gave me $5 and i was all, awwwww thanks g.
next ride was to the airport and after that i got some in n out and called it a night.