True Prince Story

True Prince story

This is a true Prince story, I know because I was there.
I ran into #Prince, literally, back in about 1991 out side a club in Hollywood. My buddy, a black”Muslim” ( he drank alcohol) and i had been at a couple tapings for tv earlier as audience members. My buddy ran a halfway home/rehab house off of Western Avenue ( personally i think he was a inmate) and we were walking by a night club, what, peppers? Spice? Some name like that.
In the street to the right this limo pulls up, out steps a huge black man who walks to the side door of the club, door opens, big guy puts his arm out to stop us, i step around his arm, with a “hey, what the hell” to him, and boom, I walk into this little person. 

Prince, as he more or less looked that night.

I thought it was a woman for a second, but the facial hair informed differently. He was glaring up at me, I’m all, “you ok man?” no answer, just a glare. “I said, are you alright?” a little more annoyed, he nodded, i tapped him on the back, ” alright then little man, move along” with one more tap on the back. In he went. Big black man glared at me, lowered his arm, and went in closing the door behind. I started walking, said to my buddy “what the hell was with that little guy, all glaring and shit…” turned to where my buddy should be to my left, he’s not there. I turn around, he’s still standing where big black guy stopped him, with his hands over his face, like when you don’t want to see something but do. He was frozen. “What’s the matter with you man, let’s go!” i thought for a sec big black guy had hit him or something. I stop, “dude, come on, let’s go!”
“Man, do you know who that was you just walked into?”
“Some little angry man. Come on, let’s go!”
“Man, that was Prince man, that was PRINCE!”
I go, “ah bullshit it was, let’s go, alright”?
He rushes me and starts touching me, my jacket.
“Dude, cut it out, stop it, STOP!”
Be starts muttering ” i gotta touch you where you touched Prince, man, Jennifer will never forgive me if i don’t, and if i tell her i didn’t touch Prince but you did, she’ll kill me.” all while still groping me all over my torso.
After a while we decided to go in the club so i could prove it wasn’t Prince, and he i that it was. It was. Brooke Sheilds was there that night too ( she’s almost as tall as I am) yelling how some guy had hit her friend on the head with a beer bottle. She left that night with some guy in a jeep.
At the end of the night we waited to see how Prince got back out of the club. It was dramatic.
Two blondes with huge boobs pulled up in a 3 Series BMW convertible, pulled a Brody in the street, slid up to the curb, BAM that side door slammed open, Prince ran out and jumped in the back of the BMW, and boom they were gone.
Rest in peace, talented sir‬. Sorry for not recognizing you.