TheSNakE |
03-18-2011 02:23 PM |
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I wish I could remember the story exactly how he told it to me. Basically Otis was partying somewhere, and my friend was in the hotel room, when there was a knock on the door. It was Otis' wife. He said he felt bad about it, because Otis was a good guy, but apparently she was too fine to pass up. He tells the story a lot funnier though.
That's why I am glad I grew up in New York City. You meet all kinds of crazy people here:)
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