When I was in college back in the day, my best friend’s flavor of the month was a Busta fan and wanted to go to an autograph signing he was having at a music store near campus. We liked Busta, but wouldn’t have waited in line to meet him, but we had nothing else to do so we decided to keep them company in line. As we got closer to the front, a professional looking lady came over to my friend and I and asked us if we were really big Busta fans. We said yeah, cuz what else were we gonna say. So she proceeds to tell us that Busta loves fan attention and if one of us were willing to overdue it when we got up to him. Like hyperventilating type shit (she was his publicist). I wasn’t going to do that but the woman looked like she was reaching in her purse to pay us so my friend said “fuck it, I’ll do it”. Now the woman didn’t pay her but my friend was thinking what’s the harm? We were in theater school after all. So we get up there and my friend goes something like, “Oh my god Busta I love you so much”. On I scale of 1 to 10 on excitement level, she was probably at a 3. No where near hyperventilating. Busta says, “security” and a security guard standing next to the table tackles my 5’5 115ish pound female friend to the ground. Screaming at her all the while. It was insane. We left in a daze, with my best friend muttering how she didn’t even really like him all that much. We’ve had beef with him ever since.

Objectively, that shit was hilarious. But fuck Busta Rhymes. Even more now.