Well, to start off Dizz and I....are not friends anymore. He claimed that I stole his corvette and tried to sell it to a bodyshop down the street. Now this was totally wrong. I was only trying to see if they could fix a dent in the door(where I might add, my leg narrowly missed being kicked by Dizz's steel-toed cowboy boots-that's assault). Well, as it turns out, when Dizz went back for his vehicle the next day the body guys said they had no record of it. They didn't even remember seeing me. AND I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY COULD HAVE MISSED SEEING ME!!!!

So as you can imagine Dizz was a little pissed. I knew I had to get out and get out quick. I had to go back to the town where I grew up and start all over. No more leeching off a rock star for me. I was going to Hollywood.