It was a long past year with ups and downs the entire time as I described in the previous pages. Project Hollywood has lost some of it’s mystique due to a certain whack job staying in the room above me. From loud music to paying prostitutes. Both my girl and I had to deal with it.
I tried to keep to myself sneaking girls from the bathroom door so I wouldn’t have to see the pink haired rooster. I would often walk by him and he’d look off into the distance and mumble to himself. I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs he was on, the energy drinks, the sex pills, or a combination of them all. I kept telling him that he’s not a young man anymore and he needs to slow down or he’ll have a heart attack. At the same time we would sit there and smoke cigarette after cigarette.
At one point I thought perhaps it was me after my most recent car accident. My doctor had increased my prescription pain medication and recommended surgery. This made me think less clearly because for a short time after taking the medication I’d feel groggy as hell.
V had made enemies of everyone in the house over the past 10 months. It first started with Ace(Casanova’s Ace of Spades). Ace was a down to earth black rocker kid that was hard working too. He cleaned after V mess all day long and in return V treated Ace like absolute garbage. V was always yelling at him, telling him he’s worthless, and generally treating him like shit. Ace came up to me several times wanting to quit and I kept convincing him to stay. Honestly, after V would required him to pickup used condoms and trash off the floor he should’ve quit. It should have never got to a point where Ace would blow up and almost knock V out. For some reason this little puny old burnt out psycho of a man would allow himself to treat his team like shit. On this bright beautiful Thursday I heard Ace walk onto my balcony to water the plants. As I looked out I saw V trailing behind him yelling,
“Who pays for this place?”
I remember thinking I paid quite a bit…lol!
“Who picked you up out of the gutter?”
“If you don’t do what I say get the fuck out of here!”
Again thinking V couldn’t do that without discussing it with me. It was just empty threats of a powerless and defeated man. Ace stormed off my balacony and headed towards the kitchen yelling behind him..
“V leave me alone!!”
In Ace’s defense he warned V several times to leave him alone but V didn’t listen. He trailed behind and continued to verbally accuse Ace. I heard a crazy amount of yelling from my room and it clearly came from the other side of the house then the kitchen. I put my laptop down, lit a cig and walked towards the comotion. As I was walking towards the kitchen I heard Ace yelling followed by the slam of a door. When I arrived V had gone up to the pool and Hydro was standing in the kitchen. Hydro took a look at me with a bit of fear in his eyes and said,
“You better talk to Ace because he’s going to knock out V. You need to calm him down.”
Then a loud yell came from Herbal’s old room where Ace was at. Then another sound eminatated from the room and then “BOOM” like someone had punched the wall. I felt as though I should get the whole story first before talking with Ace. I went upstairs to the pool and confronted V.
“What happened now?” I asked.
V responded in a shaky nervous voice. “He threatned me! I will not have people threaten me in my house!”
As I looked at him he seemed like he was about to have a panic attack. His hands were trembling and his voice kept cracking. I walked back downstairs not really sure what to expect. I usually don’t try to talk to people who are emotional because they can’t think straight but Ace was different. I opened the door to Herbal’s room and Ace was sitting on the floor enraged.
“Leave me alone right now.”
I responded, “Can’t do that.” I continued with “Dude don’t let that old geezer get to you because he’s just an asshole.”
As I looked around the room it was a mess and Ace had started to throw shit into a bag. He clearly wanted to leave. I also saw that there had been a huge hole punched into the wall.
I said “Why beat up the wall? What did it ever do to you?”
Ace laughed a smidge and then retworted with, “He’s lucky I didn’t smash him!”
I nodded agreeing and I sat down next to him until he was calm. Once he calmed down I went back up to the pool and convinced V to apologize to Ace because he deserved it. The fact is Ace slept on the floor in V’s old apartment and busted his ass day and night for the guy. Although V never gave him any gratitude for it. Instead he taunted him, verbally abused him, and belittled him.
This wasn’t the first incident. After all you read by now how V kept making Bao cry and then the rap session when the entire 7 people on our team did an intervention for him since he was treating them like shit. As a result we lost a lot of good guys because they quit. It was all new to me because I have had interns for almost 6 years who love me and they’re still with me today. I guess for someone that has never lived this type of lifestyle it can be self destructive.
Ace eventually quit, so did Hydro, and a bunch of others.