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Everyone was enjoying himself or herself listening to Tupac, which was a ritual. The fun began when Slims 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 doesnt fall too far from the tree. I met his mom, who was like eighty pounds soaking wet with boots on.

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 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. Slims 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 anothers juicy breasts and rubbing one anothers clitoris. The ladies were getting busy on the bed while Slim was in the bathroom arguing with Kim. I had my camera ready because thats 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 wasnt doing it! I went out to try to delay the ladies. I said, Slims 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 because I couldnt do anything. Slim was in the bathroom on the phone arguing with Kim. The rest of the fellas were mad because the girls they were with werent putting out.

I told the girls, Slim wont be boning you this evening, due to some unforeseen circumstances. But the DJ and a couple of the other guys want to break you off a little something. Slim basically could have delegated an orgy that night, but Kim stole his mojo! I gave the ladies Slims message, Ladies, hook up with my boys, and Ill try to get with yall a little later.

I said, Aint no use in being stingy with it. The ladies were like, Naw, fuck that! We just wanna get with Slim. You got us up here! You came up here by your own choice. Ladies, you decided to get butt-ass naked and start eating one another out. Therefore, if yall aint fuckin, yall got to go!

They were like, Just like that? I said, Yeah, just like that! The ladies said, Well, it aint that kind of party. So then! Well, your clothes are out in the hallway, then!

Everybody was like, Damn, Naz, why you do that? They couldnt get with Slim. They didnt want to get with any of the fellas. So, I just diffused the problem right there. They had to go. We avoid things escalating and them possibly yelling rape at some point, so I nipped the problem in the bud.

Unfortunately, not everyone saw it like that, but oh well. But the night was still young. By this time, most everyone was passed out from being drunk, and I was sober, as usual, so I decided to go down to the bus to get a brew.

There was another party going on in the bus. The bus driver was there and a bunch of college girls and their boyfriends, and once again the girls were getting busy with one another. I was like, damn, there must be something in the air tonight! As usual, I had my camera - the only fun I got to have - and I was like, Yo, can I get some pictures for my scrapbook? That was one of the reasons, but another reason was in case someone tried to holler rape, I would have pictures of them doing voluntary sexual acts.

So I got pictures of them flashing one another, showing their body piercings and tattoos, and basically just demeaning themselves. One girl got feisty and started feeling on her girlfriends breasts while they were dancing.

Everybody was drunk, and this one guy decided he wanted to get freaky with someone other than his girlfriend, and his girlfriend was like, Thats fucked up, but its cool. So then she tells me and G the bus driver that she wants to show us something, so she leads us to the rear.

We were wondering what the hell she was going to show us, so I had my camera ready. So she bends over and shows us this tattoo on her ass, she shows us her nipple rings, and she pulls off her Daisy Duke shorts and gets in the spread-eagle position and shows us her clitoris ring. Of course, every position was a Kodak moment for me.

It was a beautiful clitoris ring, needless to say.

I took it upon myself to leave at that time because things were getting out of hand. I was reaching the point of temptation that I didnt want to get too close to, so I went ahead and retired for the night. So, if youre ever in Lawrence, Kansas, and youre looking for some young ladies, go to the university there. Theres only one university, and thats where the action is.

However, that night I learned much about the people around me, as well as myself. I was eager that night because the next day I was going home to spend a few days with my wife and my kids. It felt good to be close geographically to Michigan, and I was looking forward to going home. We were loading the bus and, as I told you before, DT, Eminems road manager, and I were always at odds.

Our conflict was mainly due to putting Eminems safety at risk. That night, we left Wisconsin to go to DC, and DT had left his tour book behind without realizing it.

Proof, Eminems hype man and a friend of mine, told me that DT had written some negative things in that book about me. He was taking notes about anything anyone did that he found negative, and he had a lot of negative things written about everyone in that book. He kept it as evidence of how everyone else was incompetent, so that he could gain Slims confidence so that Slim would give him co-management.

It justified a lot of his previous actions of undermining Paul and a lot of other people. I didnt turn the book in to Paul because I didnt want to appear as though I was trying to spill the beans on DT because that seemed petty to me.

Proof and I were the only ones who knew what was in that book.

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All I did was gather the information that I needed and make a mental note of it. From that point on, I watched DT because I knew he was the conniving son of a bitch I always thought he was. Later on, DTs true colors showed themselves, and the other guys saw that I was right about him in the first place. At one point, Paul came and asked me how I felt about DT. Since they were firing DT, I told him that I had read the negative things DT wrote about him, me, and a lot of other people, and that if we werent going to work as a team I couldnt be comfortable under those circumstances because I knew I was doing my job.

That was probably the only time Paul and I were on the same page and ever really with each other. May 20th Home, sweet home, and it felt good.

I got to play with the kids and see the wife, but little did I know that the 21st would be a day of drama. I thought a simple trip to Grand Rapids would go smoothly, but I was wrong.

It was cool because I drove my own car to the venue rather than ride with the rest of them. Slim did one of the dumbest things ever: he had one of his mistresses stay with him an extra day. Now, everyone knows a real playa wouldnt play it that close.

He was only two hours away from home, in his home state, and he wanted to have one of his mistresses stay with him, knowing how crazy Kim was! He underestimated Kim. Kim told him she didnt want to come to Grand Rapids, so he decided to have his mistress, Kessia, a young lady from Florida, stay an extra day with him. She was cool, and we regarded her as more than just a groupie, and she was definitely more mentally stable than Kim. Of course, the first thing I noticed was the mistake Slim made by still having Kessia there.

Everyone was trying to convince him to get rid of Kessia in case Kim changed her mind and decided to come to Grand Rapids, which is exactly what happened. So we had to hurry up and get Kessia on the first flight out, and she understood because she knew about Kim, while, of course, Kim didnt know about her. Now the whole crew was on lie patrol just in case Slim got caught up, which I didnt like at all because Kim raises hell as it is anyway since she hates the fact that Slim is always on the road.

She hates the fact that he has groupies, and she really doesnt know how to deal with Slims success. So Kim checked into the room, and the first thing she noticed was a message for Slim on his phone.

So, her being his girlfriend and all, she decided to play the message. As luck would have it, it was a lovey-dovey message from Kessia, saying how she misses him and cant wait to come see him again, etc. So Kim got pissed. I mean she went through the roof! We got hip to her finding out ahead of time by the crew manager while we were at a sound check. So Slim started the lie, and we all put our heads together to come up with a lie that would keep Kessia out of it as much as possible, since she was such a nice girl.

The lie we came up with was that Kessia was a stalker who was madly in love with Slim, and she called every hotel and would say and do anything to get to him. When we got back to the hotel, we saw Kim sitting at the bar, letting some guy push up on her. The first thing out of her mouth was, What the fuck is some bitch doing on your answering machine, Marshall, and you know about it!

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So, we all were like, What? Oh, thats Amy, the stalker bitch. Im telling you, that day we all lied so good, it became the truth to us. I mean we all should have won Oscars for our acting jobs. However, Kim wasnt really downloading it, so I pulled her aside and did a little extra bullshitting to convince her, saying that even though she dogs Slim out he would never do anything to jeopardize what they have because he loves her, blah, blah, blah.

This was one of the few times they kissed and made up, even though she threw it in his face a few times throughout the day. Somehow we made it through that one. Lying for Slim just doesnt always pay off. A few days passed on the tour. We did Detroit and Cincinnati.

We arrived in Atlanta and did the most hype show we had encountered at that point. There was a sold-out mixed crowd, and the show was off the hook. That night was wild and unforgettable because it affected me mentally, physically and spiritually.

It was a downslide for me, and it showed me that I was a security guard and nothing else - which means people dont look at you as human, dont care about your family, and dont look at you as an emotional being. On this night, the show was wild, and it was off the hook.

Slim was rocking the crowd. They were amped. He would jump off the stage and slap hands with the crowd or crowd surf, and I was always right behind him whenever he did that. I noticed this one guy in particular on the balcony who would jump down from the balcony onto the stage and act a fool whenever Slim would jump into the crowd, but by the time we got back on stage he would jump back into the crowd, so we couldnt catch him. He did this at least two more times. Then the guy decided to rush the stage while Slim and I were on it.

He was a big guy, about 62, pounds, and he was obviously high. He jumped from the balcony to the speaker to the stage and started rushing full speed at Slim, and he didnt look like he wanted to give him a hug, either. I positioned myself between him and Slim, and the guy sped up like he wanted to buck me like a football player, so I stepped out of his way as he charged forward and nailed him as he went past me.

I mean, I knocked the shit out of this guy. He flew off the stage and hit the barricade to the stage. I knew I knocked him out, and if I didnt, the fall should have done it. But that wasnt the case. This guy was high on something, I dont know what. He just sat there a few seconds and shook it off and proceeded to try to get back on stage.

I tried to signal the five security guys, who were on crowd control to get this guy out of there, but they were afraid of him; they didnt want to work, they were just there to get the money. So I jumped down and grabbed the guy, but he kept trying to get away from me, and I started punching him in the back of his head over and over.

Finally, his legs buckled, and before he hit the ground, I got him in a hold where he couldnt move his arms and started to escort him out the side door where the police were. Now the five crowd control guys decided they wanted to help. They rushed over and grabbed me and the guy which caused us all to fall. In the process of trying to break my fall, I dislocated my shoulder. The pain was excruciating, but I still couldnt let the guy go because I knew I was vulnerable at that point; these five security guys wouldnt have my back.

I managed to escort the guy out with my one good arm, and I really cursed those security guys out, probably more from the pain I was in than the fact that they wouldnt help me, even though that pissed me off, too.

By this time the show was over, and we got on the bus, and I was in so much pain that I couldnt even trip out. My armpit socket was hanging down by my pecs.

Slim was shitting bricks. He was running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He kept saying, Is there anything you need? Here, take a shot! So, I took a few shots of Bacardi light, and I damn near finished the bottle by the time the ambulance arrived.

Slim was real apologetic and thankful because he didnt know what was going on. He made a lot of promises, like taking care of my hospital bills and saying that he would get me anything I needed. They turned out to be empty promises, but they sounded good at the time. I thought I would be at the hospital alone, but, much to my surprise, DT, of all people, came with me. I wonder what his real motivation was in coming with me, whether he enjoyed seeing me in pain, or why it took me being in pain for him to be nice to me.

Anyway, I wasnt worried while at the emergency room, thinking that since I was Slim Shadys bodyguard they would take care of me. The doctor, a young guy about thirty-three years of age, told me that from the X-rays I was lucky that I hadnt broken my collar bone, and if I had any less muscle mass I probably would have. He told me that they were going to give me a shot of morphine and then pop my shoulder back into place.

It took some time for the doctor to convince me that I wouldnt feel any pain, and even after he gave me the shot, I still tried to protest, but I was out of it before I could even finish my sentence.

From what I was told, it took three doctors to pop my shoulder back into its socket, and DT also told me that when it popped back in, it made this resounding popping sound, and I came out of it, sat up, screamed my head off, and then fell back into unconsciousness. They gave me some smelling salts and another shot to bring me back to, and the first thing I said was, Yall got anything to eat around here?

Everybody got a kick out of that. I was in pain for about a month and had to wear my arm in a sling and take Vicodin. Slim got a big kick out of me taking Vicodin because that was one of his favorite drugs. Besides, he figured with me being on Vicodin, he could get a few free pills here and there. That time off was a period of transition for me. I learned a lot about myself and realized what I was putting at risk. I was jeopardizing my life and my health for a man whom I really knew nothing about.

I got into this security thing just to get in a better position to get my own label off the ground. I quickly realized that I needed to be getting something more out of it. I wasnt even making that much money. It wasnt worth the risk. I looked at the situation more deeply because I didnt expect to get hurt on the job; it just wasnt an aspect I had considered.

So I began to feel depressed, used, and neglected because no one really had much to say to me about it except periodically asking me if it hurt or not, but I could tell no one really cared for the most part. The biggest topic was, How long is it going to take for you to heal? Its going take a couple of months, and that it did. This happened during the first part of the Slim Shady tour, and at home I was getting a lot of stares and people were like, Damn, how are you going to protect Slim while youre hurt?

I was like, Well, right now I cant. I had to get some other people to cover me. I felt thrown away and unappreciated. I saw where I stood with Shady Tours. At this point in time, I didnt have a contract with Shady Tours. The contract was getting paid. I still believed the empty promise that my doctor bills would be taken care of. I couldnt go back to work at GM with my shoulder in a sling because it would cause too many questions to be asked about my injury.

I was on leave for something else. Besides, I was working for Shady Tours when I got hurt. They should have been taking care of me while I was on leave. That couldnt pay the bills!

And it took them two months to give me that. That was some bullshit! I was thinking about my wife and family. I had some money put aside, but I wasnt planning on spending that. I was counting on them to take care of me until we went back on the road. I see. Im good enough to go out there and work and get hurt, but I am not good enough for you to look out for while I am hurt.

At that point I realized that I would have to get a contract or something a little more concrete if I was going to continue working for Slim. My wife was a little upset because she had to change her lifestyle, and I couldnt really pick up our baby boy because of my shoulder. I started weighing out the odds, with me getting hurt and not receiving adequate compensation while I was off, so I asked them to at least give me an advance toward the next tour. They agreed to do that, but that meant the next tour I was basically working for free.

You would think that they would have at least considered the fact that I took a leave of absence from my job to work for them, but that meant nothing to them. They didnt give a fuck as long they benefited from it. This was a turning point where the business relationship turned bitter, because I got wiser and I began to see where we were headed together, and it wasnt in a positive direction.

The Warped Tour was supposed to be an easy tour, and it was for the most part. I was going through therapy for my shoulder, and the tour was only scheduled for five weeks, anyway. The purpose of my going was that I had taken out an advance on my pay. I basically worked the first two weeks for free because I was paying back the money that I borrowed since I had no income while I was off for my injury.

By this time, Slims promises to take care of me that he made while I was in the ambulance had proven to be false. He left all the financial decisions up to his manager, Paul, who he knew wasnt taking care of me, but he did nothing about it.

The only thing they did was call me once a week to see if I would be ready to go on the road for the next tour. I told them I was going through therapy and had a pretty bad tear in my muscle tissue, and all I could do was heal one day at a time. Their main concern wasnt if I needed anything or any money, it was whether or not I would be ready to go on tour. I can say that this was a learning process for me, and I learned from my mistakes.

The Warped Tour was more alternative than anything else, so I didnt have to deal with a lot of the crazed groupies like before. With my job being pretty much laid back at this point, it allowed me a lot of time to do some soul searching, as I had done while I was off injured. It wasnt easy for me to do, but I detached myself from Slim Shady and his manager on a personal level.

It was hard because we worked together day and night, but it had to be done. I passed my time talking to Proof and DJ Head and calling home to my wife, which resulted in a high phone bill. On this tour, I was able to learn that I was definitely underpaid. We had a chance to mix and mingle with the crews from the other headlining acts, and we were all kicking around some figures on what we were getting paid and found out that we were all getting paid and found out that we were all making less than our counterparts who worked for other acts who were, ironically, less successful than Slim Shady was.

We felt like fools in the eyes of our peers because they were like, Damn, we havent sold a third as many records as you guys have, and we make more than you do! Every time I would bring it to the attention of Paul Rosenberg, he would always promise that we would talk about it at another time. Some of us felt that Slim had nothing to do with it, but we came to find out he was the one who gave the final approval of everyones pay.

Slim would always try to act like he didnt know and blamed it on Paul and his accountants, but realistically they didnt make a move without his approval. They would try to be a friend in your face but fuck you financially. The friend tactic worked with some of these guys on the tour because they had grown up with Slim and Paul, and Slim played on that when it came time to paying them insubstantially, but that didnt work for me.

Slim made more money than every act on that tour, so there was no excuse. There were people who left their jobs or took leaves from their jobs to work for Slim. DJ Head gave a fine performance every time he spun those records to keep the crowd hype.

Proof put together Slims show as far as the ideas and the order of the songs, but did he get paid what he was worth? No, he didnt. I didnt. DJ Head didnt. I hate to say this, but none of the brothers made equal pay.

Slim is always talking about how he hates racism, but he and Paul Rosenberg were the main ones keeping us financially unequal. The soundman, Billy, made damn good money, and he only worked like an hour a day. Gus Brandt, whom I consider to be a good friend of mine because he gave me a lot of advice and information regarding the business, knew he was making less than he should be, but he accepted it because he figured that he could help Slim and Paul have a more successful tour with him being a part of it.

We were all upset over our pay scale. It wasnt like the money wasnt there, because I knew for a fact that it was there. I knew what went down, when, and why it went down. I never deliberately looked for this information; it usually fell into my lap, with Slim being by my side most of the time.

Even when he wasnt by my side, financial information fell into my lap. Over a five-week period, that was a nice bit of change. Thats not even including his merchandising, which he never followed up on because he left that up to Paul. So, the money was definitely there.

It hurt to find out that out of these other crews who worked for groups who hadnt even sold , records, their lowest-paid member made more money then we did, and they had bands so they definitely had more heads to pay. Slim continued to pretend like he didnt know what was going on, and Paul was content as long as he was making more than everyone else.

It was sad. This only added to my frustration. I decided to draw up a proposal and present it to Paul because some changes definitely had to be made. I took some time and conferred with Gus, the tour manager, during this process, and he told me I was getting fucked with no Vaseline. He made that coming out of high school. He said Byron, theyre fucking you bad. Gus was making a lot of sense to me, and he had more experience in this business than everyone combined.

Hes worked with everybody from the Foo Fighters to the Stones, so he knows what hes talking about. Gus was not a greedy man. He was fair, and he wanted to see people treated fairly. He didnt start to open up until he realized that he was getting screwed out of his money. He took a pay cut in an effort to work with Paul and Slim and teach them about touring, but they took Gus kindness for weakness, and Gus is not a weak man; hes very smart, very intelligent.

Paul and Slim didnt realize that at any time Gus could have stolen all of Slims money and ran, but he didnt - he stayed and did his job to the T. But did he ever get a Thank you or a Good job, Gus?

Did he get a proper bonus, or even the proper pay? We were getting mistreated! So, I put together a proposal for Paul and Slim, asking them for life insurance in case of my death so my family would be taken care of.

I knew that if they barely did anything for me while I was alive, they damn sure wouldnt do anything for my family in the event of my death. I asked for sick days. I am a businessman, and I like things to be done in writing. Contracts keep guidelines.

I presented this proposal to Paul and Slim, and they were intimidated that I had my own personal CPA draw up this proposal. They didnt really know how to deal with it, or didnt want to deal with it.

They went back and forth about it and procrastinated for about a month. In New York, Paul and Slim called me into a meeting with them to resolve this issue. They told me they liked working with me and that they didnt want to lose me. I was willing to stay on with Paul and Slim because I had my own label that I was trying to get off the ground.

I was in a position to make a lot of connections in the music business, plus possibly draw the attention of Paul and Slim to my own groups.

Paul basically told me that what I was asking for was ridiculous. Was it ridiculous for me to ask for some sound security working for this for whom I had left my job, my wife and kids, my home for, whom I was jeopardizing my health and my life for? I was being told that it was ridiculous for me to ask for some security.

He shut down on the idea of a written contract he didnt want a contract. I asked him why it was OK for him to have a written contract with Slim Shady, but I couldnt have a written contract ensuring that they wouldnt move me out at the last minute when I jeopardized a stable, good-paying job to work for them.

Was it ridiculous for me to ask for a stable environment, for life insurance, for ample pay for me to meet my financial goals? I sacrificed a lot. I couldnt convince him to see that, or maybe he was threatened by the fact that I had knowledge of self and the industry and I was close to Slim, so therefore in his eyes I posed a possible threat to his job.

He knew that I knew how he operated, as well. I tried to convey the message to him that I was there to do security, not to try to steal Slim Shady, but he didnt understand that.

The thing that drove me the most crazy was the way that Slim played possum, acting like he didnt know what was going on when the whole time behind the scenes he called all the shots. An issue would be brought to Paul, he would take it to Slim, and Slim would tell him how he wanted it to be handled, and Paul would handle it.

Afterward, Slim would play dumb. For a long time, I honestly believed that Slim was in the dark about these issues because he was always drunk or high or dealing with his marital and family problems.

Over time, I realized from the way things progressed that Slim was very much aware and responsible for the way things were handled. I dont entirely blame Paul for the way things were, but he definitely had a way of getting into Slims head and influencing his decisions. Paul was the evil, conniving one in the picture, but Slim couldnt see that because he couldnt think for himself.

Everyone around him thought for Slim Shady because he couldnt think for himself. Thats what we were paid to do. Proof thought of the show format; DJ Head thought of the beats; I thought of ways to keep him safe and thought up lies for him. We all did things we didnt have to do for him, and none of us were getting compensated adequately for our efforts.

They didnt even try to honor my proposal. They didnt even try to meet me halfway. I said, You know what? Thats great that you and his accountants are concerned about Slims future, because most managers and accountants arent concerned with their artists retirement, so thats great that you care about him. But dont forget about all the people who work for him and contribute to his success, because we have mouths to feed, as well. We have futures.

I even proposed a K or an annuity program, but they shot that down, as well.

I cant say that right away I saw that there was racial dissension among the Shady camp, because the camp members were very diverse. There were Jews, whites, blacks, a Mexican, and a German, to say the least, but I can say one thing that has not changed is the fact that the brothers were paid less.

I call that oppression, and that oppression comes through Paul, and Slim agrees to it, even though he acts like he doesnt know whats going on, and thats the sad part. Again I tolerated this in the hope of making connections and gathering resources that would enable me to get my own label, Big Willz Recordz, with my group, the Wadsquad, off the ground.

At the end of July and at the beginning of September in California, I realized that there were a lot of paper gangsters in this business. They couldnt do shit to you physically, but they could beat you down on paper. Thats what Paul and Slim were: paper gangsters. I knew they do shit to me physically, but behind closed doors on paper, where they called all the shots, what could I do? They killed me on paper. I continued, though, because I figured I could gain some things that money couldnt download: networking and connections.

In my downtime, I presented them with packages, and I knew we had some good stuff, but they always found ways to hate on it. I even presented some packages to Paul to possibly submit for some soundtracks, but he never even listened to them. I knew then that it was time for me to make some things happen for myself. Slim would sleep in until like p. I got a few connections, but it was reinforced to me that unless you had a referral or were talking to the man who made the big decision, you werent going to get anywhere.

That put a damper on things for the moment. I decided to make the best of my time while in LA, so I spent some time with Sarge and Rowe, Dres security, who schooled me on how to adjust to the California lifestyle. They told me about how people at Death Row can cause problems, as well as some other people. After being in California for about two weeks, I decided to get certified, to get my executive protection order as well as a few CCW permits.

I did this to make myself more well-rounded and hoped that by taking my status to a more professional level, I would get more adequate pay from Slim and Paul. I also made myself more marketable, in case I wanted to do other forms of security or security for other artists. I took all my classes in the mornings while Slim was asleep and still made it back in time to take him to the studio. I learned a lot from Sarge and Roe.

They taught me a lot about appearance and conversation as security, about how not to get caught up in the hype. They taught me a lot of survival tactics that I didnt know about. They helped me to take it to the next level. I figured that anybody who could keep Dre alive through all the Death Row drama was worth listening to. California was an educational experience for me about security. No one in the crowd knew that Dustin Hoffman was the mummy, and Dre did a surprise spot and performed G Thing, as well.

It was off the hook! Suddenly, we noticed the crowd part and these three goons making their way to the front. I knew then why the name Tank Abbots sounded familiar to me. He was one of the Toughman champions WCW-type muthafuckas. He and I were talking shit back and forth, and I knew that I had backup from Dres security, as well. DT busted Tank Abbots over the head with a bottle, and basically we were fighting him offstage for the whole concert.

We found out that they came looking for us at the hotel that night, too, and we told hotel security about the earlier altercation and not to let those guys in. On May 9, , there was a hip-hop riot, and guess who started it?

Slim Shady, of course! Slim was in the middle of a hype performance when a hater started heckling him. Slim took notice of the guy and retaliated by dissing him. The heckler continued, and Slim got pissed. The next thing I knew, Slim had jumped off the stage with a flying right cross.

Unfortunately, he hit the wrong guy, and then it was on! The crowd swallowed Slim like a giant mouth, and I proceeded in after him. Slim was getting his ass whipped by the same people that helped him sell triple platinum! When I waded into the furious crowd, I was punched. I then turned to the SOB that struck me and beat him into bloody unconsciousness. I had forgotten all about Slim. I had beaten this guy until he was out cold.

The crowd could no longer support his weak legs. Immediately, pandemonium broke out. There were more people fighting in the crowd. DJ Head jumped in to fight; Billy, the soundman, left the booth to scrap; the Interscope street team was throwing blows; and The Beatnuts were kicking some ass. Young Z from the Outsidaz and I were back-to-back knocking muthafuckas out! Finally, I noticed Slim on the bottom of a shit-kicking pile with this big fella on top of him. Proof and I started whaling on this idiot.

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Proof kicked the guy in the head a few times, and I gave this dude some nice rib shots he wont ever forget. Finally, we picked Slim up and threw him back on the stage. We all had to fight to get to safety because the crowd had turned against us. I rushed Slim to the side of the stage and told Gus that we needed to get the fuck out of there! Gus said, The show must go on, or theyre going to kill our ass! Proof came to the rescue by grabbing the mic and hyping the crowd to another level.

He said, Yall muthafuckas like that shit! He continued by telling the crowd that Detroit muthafuckas whoop ass! The crowd went nuts. DJ Head ripped the turntables with some hype mixing and scratching. When Slim came back on stage the crowd showed genuine love like the riot never happened. The energy was unbelievable. Everywhere you looked, fans were crowd surfing and moshing in the pit. It was amazing to see a fickle crowd cause chaos then release love for Slim.

Slim gave the crowd two ovations that night, and they deserved it! After the show, a satisfied crowd mobbed us. Some groupies actually thought that the big brawl was part of the show. We told them that we always do that! That next day we awoke with bumps, bruises, and scratches from the unforgettable riot. Sunday, May 16th, Minneapolis, Minnesota The show was off the hook, and the crowd was feeling us.

We had the super groupie at this show. During the autograph session at this show in the main lobby, she got down on her knees in front of everybody and tried to suck Slims dick.

She unzipped his pants and everything, but he wouldnt let her. Rumour has it that some of the guys from the opening acts took her back to the hotel and got her drunk and, from what I understand, ran bustos on her while she was unconscious and left her in her own vomit.

When she came to, she was ready to fight and call the police, but they somehow convinced her not to. I know she was a freak, but no one deserves to be taken advantage of like that. The most tripped out part about it is that somehow the soundman, Billy, hooked up with her and ended up falling in love with her. She was the same freak everybody ran through. He even brought her on tour with us. Everybody was freaking out that Billy chose to turn a ho into a housewife, but that was his thing.

To make a long story short, Billy married her. And she was still trying to fuck and suck on the whole crew! May 17th, Lawrence, Kansas On this day and in this city and state, I didnt expect to see anything I saw. First of all, Slims mother lives in Kansas with her family. Slim and his mom actually communicating was something to see.

I told him up front that I wouldnt get involved in any domestic shit. I wasnt 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 didnt 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 werent 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 Slims 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 doesnt fall too far from the tree. I met his mom, who was like eighty pounds soaking wet with boots on. 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 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. Slims 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 anothers juicy breasts and rubbing one anothers clitoris. The ladies were getting busy on the bed while Slim was in the bathroom arguing with Kim. I had my camera ready because thats 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 wasnt doing it! I went out to try to delay the ladies. I said, Slims 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 because I couldnt do anything. Slim was in the bathroom on the phone arguing with Kim. The rest of the fellas were mad because the girls they were with werent putting out. I told the girls, Slim wont be boning you this evening, due to some unforeseen circumstances.

But the DJ and a couple of the other guys want to break you off a little something. Slim basically could have delegated an orgy that night, but Kim stole his mojo! I gave the ladies Slims message, Ladies, hook up with my boys, and Ill try to get with yall a little later.

I said, Aint no use in being stingy with it. The ladies were like, Naw, fuck that! We just wanna get with Slim. You got us up here! You came up here by your own choice. Ladies, you decided to get butt-ass naked and start eating one another out. Therefore, if yall aint fuckin, yall got to go! They were like, Just like that? I said, Yeah, just like that! The ladies said, Well, it aint that kind of party. So then! Well, your clothes are out in the hallway, then!

Everybody was like, Damn, Naz, why you do that? They couldnt get with Slim. They didnt want to get with any of the fellas. So, I just diffused the problem right there. They had to go. We avoid things escalating and them possibly yelling rape at some point, so I nipped the problem in the bud. Unfortunately, not everyone saw it like that, but oh well.

But the night was still young. By this time, most everyone was passed out from being drunk, and I was sober, as usual, so I decided to go down to the bus to get a brew. There was another party going on in the bus. The bus driver was there and a bunch of college girls and their boyfriends, and once again the girls were getting busy with one another. I was like, damn, there must be something in the air tonight!

As usual, I had my camera - the only fun I got to have - and I was like, Yo, can I get some pictures for my scrapbook?

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That was one of the reasons, but another reason was in case someone tried to holler rape, I would have pictures of them doing voluntary sexual acts. So I got pictures of them flashing one another, showing their body piercings and tattoos, and basically just demeaning themselves. One girl got feisty and started feeling on her girlfriends breasts while they were dancing. Everybody was drunk, and this one guy decided he wanted to get freaky with someone other than his girlfriend, and his girlfriend was like, Thats fucked up, but its cool.

So then she tells me and G the bus driver that she wants to show us something, so she leads us to the rear. We were wondering what the hell she was going to show us, so I had my camera ready. So she bends over and shows us this tattoo on her ass, she shows us her nipple rings, and she pulls off her Daisy Duke shorts and gets in the spread-eagle position and shows us her clitoris ring.

Of course, every position was a Kodak moment for me. It was a beautiful clitoris ring, needless to say. I took it upon myself to leave at that time because things were getting out of hand. I was reaching the point of temptation that I didnt want to get too close to, so I went ahead and retired for the night. So, if youre ever in Lawrence, Kansas, and youre looking for some young ladies, go to the university there. Theres only one university, and thats where the action is. However, that night I learned much about the people around me, as well as myself.

I was eager that night because the next day I was going home to spend a few days with my wife and my kids. It felt good to be close geographically to Michigan, and I was looking forward to going home. We were loading the bus and, as I told you before, DT, Eminems road manager, and I were always at odds. Our conflict was mainly due to putting Eminems safety at risk. That night, we left Wisconsin to go to DC, and DT had left his tour book behind without realizing it.

Proof, Eminems hype man and a friend of mine, told me that DT had written some negative things in that book about me. He was taking notes about anything anyone did that he found negative, and he had a lot of negative things written about everyone in that book. He kept it as evidence of how everyone else was incompetent, so that he could gain Slims confidence so that Slim would give him co-management.

It justified a lot of his previous actions of undermining Paul and a lot of other people. I didnt turn the book in to Paul because I didnt want to appear as though I was trying to spill the beans on DT because that seemed petty to me. Proof and I were the only ones who knew what was in that book.

All I did was gather the information that I needed and make a mental note of it. From that point on, I watched DT because I knew he was the conniving son of a bitch I always thought he was. Later on, DTs true colors showed themselves, and the other guys saw that I was right about him in the first place. At one point, Paul came and asked me how I felt about DT.

Since they were firing DT, I told him that I had read the negative things DT wrote about him, me, and a lot of other people, and that if we werent going to work as a team I couldnt be comfortable under those circumstances because I knew I was doing my job. That was probably the only time Paul and I were on the same page and ever really with each other. May 20th Home, sweet home, and it felt good. I got to play with the kids and see the wife, but little did I know that the 21st would be a day of drama.

I thought a simple trip to Grand Rapids would go smoothly, but I was wrong. It was cool because I drove my own car to the venue rather than ride with the rest of them.

Slim did one of the dumbest things ever: he had one of his mistresses stay with him an extra day.

Now, everyone knows a real playa wouldnt play it that close. He was only two hours away from home, in his home state, and he wanted to have one of his mistresses stay with him, knowing how crazy Kim was! He underestimated Kim. Kim told him she didnt want to come to Grand Rapids, so he decided to have his mistress, Kessia, a young lady from Florida, stay an extra day with him.

She was cool, and we regarded her as more than just a groupie, and she was definitely more mentally stable than Kim. Of course, the first thing I noticed was the mistake Slim made by still having Kessia there.

Everyone was trying to convince him to get rid of Kessia in case Kim changed her mind and decided to come to Grand Rapids, which is exactly what happened. So we had to hurry up and get Kessia on the first flight out, and she understood because she knew about Kim, while, of course, Kim didnt know about her. Now the whole crew was on lie patrol just in case Slim got caught up, which I didnt like at all because Kim raises hell as it is anyway since she hates the fact that Slim is always on the road.

She hates the fact that he has groupies, and she really doesnt know how to deal with Slims success. So Kim checked into the room, and the first thing she noticed was a message for Slim on his phone. So, her being his girlfriend and all, she decided to play the message.

As luck would have it, it was a lovey-dovey message from Kessia, saying how she misses him and cant wait to come see him again, etc. So Kim got pissed. I mean she went through the roof! We got hip to her finding out ahead of time by the crew manager while we were at a sound check.

So Slim started the lie, and we all put our heads together to come up with a lie that would keep Kessia out of it as much as possible, since she was such a nice girl. The lie we came up with was that Kessia was a stalker who was madly in love with Slim, and she called every hotel and would say and do anything to get to him. When we got back to the hotel, we saw Kim sitting at the bar, letting some guy push up on her. The first thing out of her mouth was, What the fuck is some bitch doing on your answering machine, Marshall, and you know about it!

So, we all were like, What? Oh, thats Amy, the stalker bitch. Im telling you, that day we all lied so good, it became the truth to us. I mean we all should have won Oscars for our acting jobs. However, Kim wasnt really downloading it, so I pulled her aside and did a little extra bullshitting to convince her, saying that even though she dogs Slim out he would never do anything to jeopardize what they have because he loves her, blah, blah, blah.

This was one of the few times they kissed and made up, even though she threw it in his face a few times throughout the day. Somehow we made it through that one. Lying for Slim just doesnt always pay off. A few days passed on the tour. We did Detroit and Cincinnati. We arrived in Atlanta and did the most hype show we had encountered at that point. There was a sold-out mixed crowd, and the show was off the hook.

That night was wild and unforgettable because it affected me mentally, physically and spiritually. It was a downslide for me, and it showed me that I was a security guard and nothing else - which means people dont look at you as human, dont care about your family, and dont look at you as an emotional being.

On this night, the show was wild, and it was off the hook.

Slim was rocking the crowd. They were amped. He would jump off the stage and slap hands with the crowd or crowd surf, and I was always right behind him whenever he did that. I noticed this one guy in particular on the balcony who would jump down from the balcony onto the stage and act a fool whenever Slim would jump into the crowd, but by the time we got back on stage he would jump back into the crowd, so we couldnt catch him.

He did this at least two more times. Then the guy decided to rush the stage while Slim and I were on it. He was a big guy, about 62, pounds, and he was obviously high. He jumped from the balcony to the speaker to the stage and started rushing full speed at Slim, and he didnt look like he wanted to give him a hug, either. I positioned myself between him and Slim, and the guy sped up like he wanted to buck me like a football player, so I stepped out of his way as he charged forward and nailed him as he went past me.

I mean, I knocked the shit out of this guy. He flew off the stage and hit the barricade to the stage. I knew I knocked him out, and if I didnt, the fall should have done it. But that wasnt the case. This guy was high on something, I dont know what.

He just sat there a few seconds and shook it off and proceeded to try to get back on stage.

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I tried to signal the five security guys, who were on crowd control to get this guy out of there, but they were afraid of him; they didnt want to work, they were just there to get the money. So I jumped down and grabbed the guy, but he kept trying to get away from me, and I started punching him in the back of his head over and over. Finally, his legs buckled, and before he hit the ground, I got him in a hold where he couldnt move his arms and started to escort him out the side door where the police were.

Now the five crowd control guys decided they wanted to help. They rushed over and grabbed me and the guy which caused us all to fall. In the process of trying to break my fall, I dislocated my shoulder. The pain was excruciating, but I still couldnt let the guy go because I knew I was vulnerable at that point; these five security guys wouldnt have my back.

I managed to escort the guy out with my one good arm, and I really cursed those security guys out, probably more from the pain I was in than the fact that they wouldnt help me, even though that pissed me off, too.

By this time the show was over, and we got on the bus, and I was in so much pain that I couldnt even trip out. My armpit socket was hanging down by my pecs. Slim was shitting bricks. He was running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He kept saying, Is there anything you need? Here, take a shot! So, I took a few shots of Bacardi light, and I damn near finished the bottle by the time the ambulance arrived. Slim was real apologetic and thankful because he didnt know what was going on.

He made a lot of promises, like taking care of my hospital bills and saying that he would get me anything I needed. They turned out to be empty promises, but they sounded good at the time. I thought I would be at the hospital alone, but, much to my surprise, DT, of all people, came with me. I wonder what his real motivation was in coming with me, whether he enjoyed seeing me in pain, or why it took me being in pain for him to be nice to me.

Anyway, I wasnt worried while at the emergency room, thinking that since I was Slim Shadys bodyguard they would take care of me. The doctor, a young guy about thirty-three years of age, told me that from the X-rays I was lucky that I hadnt broken my collar bone, and if I had any less muscle mass I probably would have.

He told me that they were going to give me a shot of morphine and then pop my shoulder back into place. It took some time for the doctor to convince me that I wouldnt feel any pain, and even after he gave me the shot, I still tried to protest, but I was out of it before I could even finish my sentence. From what I was told, it took three doctors to pop my shoulder back into its socket, and DT also told me that when it popped back in, it made this resounding popping sound, and I came out of it, sat up, screamed my head off, and then fell back into unconsciousness.

They gave me some smelling salts and another shot to bring me back to, and the first thing I said was, Yall got anything to eat around here? Everybody got a kick out of that. I was in pain for about a month and had to wear my arm in a sling and take Vicodin.

Slim got a big kick out of me taking Vicodin because that was one of his favorite drugs.

Besides, he figured with me being on Vicodin, he could get a few free pills here and there. That time off was a period of transition for me. I learned a lot about myself and realized what I was putting at risk. I was jeopardizing my life and my health for a man whom I really knew nothing about. I got into this security thing just to get in a better position to get my own label off the ground. I quickly realized that I needed to be getting something more out of it.

I wasnt even making that much money. It wasnt worth the risk. I looked at the situation more deeply because I didnt expect to get hurt on the job; it just wasnt an aspect I had considered. So I began to feel depressed, used, and neglected because no one really had much to say to me about it except periodically asking me if it hurt or not, but I could tell no one really cared for the most part. The biggest topic was, How long is it going to take for you to heal?

Its going take a couple of months, and that it did. This happened during the first part of the Slim Shady tour, and at home I was getting a lot of stares and people were like, Damn, how are you going to protect Slim while youre hurt? I was like, Well, right now I cant. I had to get some other people to cover me.

I felt thrown away and unappreciated. I saw where I stood with Shady Tours. At this point in time, I didnt have a contract with Shady Tours. The contract was getting paid.

I still believed the empty promise that my doctor bills would be taken care of. I couldnt go back to work at GM with my shoulder in a sling because it would cause too many questions to be asked about my injury.

I was on leave for something else. Besides, I was working for Shady Tours when I got hurt. They should have been taking care of me while I was on leave.

That couldnt pay the bills! And it took them two months to give me that. That was some bullshit! I was thinking about my wife and family. I had some money put aside, but I wasnt planning on spending that.

I was counting on them to take care of me until we went back on the road. I see. Im good enough to go out there and work and get hurt, but I am not good enough for you to look out for while I am hurt.

At that point I realized that I would have to get a contract or something a little more concrete if I was going to continue working for Slim. My wife was a little upset because she had to change her lifestyle, and I couldnt really pick up our baby boy because of my shoulder. I started weighing out the odds, with me getting hurt and not receiving adequate compensation while I was off, so I asked them to at least give me an advance toward the next tour.

They agreed to do that, but that meant the next tour I was basically working for free. You would think that they would have at least considered the fact that I took a leave of absence from my job to work for them, but that meant nothing to them. They didnt give a fuck as long they benefited from it.

This was a turning point where the business relationship turned bitter, because I got wiser and I began to see where we were headed together, and it wasnt in a positive direction. The Warped Tour was supposed to be an easy tour, and it was for the most part.

I was going through therapy for my shoulder, and the tour was only scheduled for five weeks, anyway. The purpose of my going was that I had taken out an advance on my pay. I basically worked the first two weeks for free because I was paying back the money that I borrowed since I had no income while I was off for my injury.

By this time, Slims promises to take care of me that he made while I was in the ambulance had proven to be false. He left all the financial decisions up to his manager, Paul, who he knew wasnt taking care of me, but he did nothing about it. The only thing they did was call me once a week to see if I would be ready to go on the road for the next tour. I told them I was going through therapy and had a pretty bad tear in my muscle tissue, and all I could do was heal one day at a time.

Their main concern wasnt if I needed anything or any money, it was whether or not I would be ready to go on tour. I can say that this was a learning process for me, and I learned from my mistakes. The Warped Tour was more alternative than anything else, so I didnt have to deal with a lot of the crazed groupies like before. With my job being pretty much laid back at this point, it allowed me a lot of time to do some soul searching, as I had done while I was off injured.

It wasnt easy for me to do, but I detached myself from Slim Shady and his manager on a personal level. It was hard because we worked together day and night, but it had to be done. I passed my time talking to Proof and DJ Head and calling home to my wife, which resulted in a high phone bill.

On this tour, I was able to learn that I was definitely underpaid. We had a chance to mix and mingle with the crews from the other headlining acts, and we were all kicking around some figures on what we were getting paid and found out that we were all getting paid and found out that we were all making less than our counterparts who worked for other acts who were, ironically, less successful than Slim Shady was.

We felt like fools in the eyes of our peers because they were like, Damn, we havent sold a third as many records as you guys have, and we make more than you do! Every time I would bring it to the attention of Paul Rosenberg, he would always promise that we would talk about it at another time. Some of us felt that Slim had nothing to do with it, but we came to find out he was the one who gave the final approval of everyones pay.

Slim would always try to act like he didnt know and blamed it on Paul and his accountants, but realistically they didnt make a move without his approval. They would try to be a friend in your face but fuck you financially. The friend tactic worked with some of these guys on the tour because they had grown up with Slim and Paul, and Slim played on that when it came time to paying them insubstantially, but that didnt work for me.

Slim made more money than every act on that tour, so there was no excuse. There were people who left their jobs or took leaves from their jobs to work for Slim.

DJ Head gave a fine performance every time he spun those records to keep the crowd hype. Proof put together Slims show as far as the ideas and the order of the songs, but did he get paid what he was worth? No, he didnt. I didnt. DJ Head didnt. I hate to say this, but none of the brothers made equal pay.

Slim is always talking about how he hates racism, but he and Paul Rosenberg were the main ones keeping us financially unequal. The soundman, Billy, made damn good money, and he only worked like an hour a day.

Gus Brandt, whom I consider to be a good friend of mine because he gave me a lot of advice and information regarding the business, knew he was making less than he should be, but he accepted it because he figured that he could help Slim and Paul have a more successful tour with him being a part of it. We were all upset over our pay scale. It wasnt like the money wasnt there, because I knew for a fact that it was there.

I knew what went down, when, and why it went down. I never deliberately looked for this information; it usually fell into my lap, with Slim being by my side most of the time. Even when he wasnt by my side, financial information fell into my lap. Over a five-week period, that was a nice bit of change. Thats not even including his merchandising, which he never followed up on because he left that up to Paul. So, the money was definitely there. It hurt to find out that out of these other crews who worked for groups who hadnt even sold , records, their lowest-paid member made more money then we did, and they had bands so they definitely had more heads to pay.

Slim continued to pretend like he didnt know what was going on, and Paul was content as long as he was making more than everyone else. It was sad. This only added to my frustration. I decided to draw up a proposal and present it to Paul because some changes definitely had to be made.

I took some time and conferred with Gus, the tour manager, during this process, and he told me I was getting fucked with no Vaseline. He made that coming out of high school.

He said Byron, theyre fucking you bad. Gus was making a lot of sense to me, and he had more experience in this business than everyone combined.

Hes worked with everybody from the Foo Fighters to the Stones, so he knows what hes talking about. Gus was not a greedy man. He was fair, and he wanted to see people treated fairly.Plus, Slim always loses his cell phone so he stays on mine with his women and his wife, and they call me at all hours of the morning, never saying good morning, just, Let me speak to Slim!

April 28th, Austin, Texas This was the wildest, most diverse crowd I had ever seen. I felt that my stock should go up and requested a raise. We kicked the groupies off the bus to make room for his family, who were all drunk as hell.

Billy was a straight-up stoner and openly smoked everything under the sun, but he got his job done as long as you let him do his thing. We were wondering what the hell she was going to show us, so I had my camera ready. Cancel this European tour! He said. Paul took the liberty of hiring a guy named Noel. But some security guards get caught up and never catch themselves.

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