…and I’ll tell you what, Christopher, feel free to take Drake with you.
Sure. Stupid people fight all the time about stupid stuff. Early on Thursday morning, after a night of what was most likely too much alcohol consumption, a brawl broke out at the NYC W.i.P club in SoHo. You’re probably well aware of this by now.
While no official report of the incident has been released, it seems that the fight was between Chris Brown and Drake, as well as their crews, and it was over a few choice comments made about everyone’s favorite alien, Rhianna–who wasn’t at the scene. It generally takes two to tango. In this case, it took about 20. According to Brown’s rep, they have physical evidence to offer detectives that Drake started the fight. Though we all know that Chris Brown is capable of finishing a fight.
I’d have to assume that most of these punk-a** dudes never fought their own fights when they were kids. And that’s probably because they were good kids. Nice kids. Kids who loved to share their talent. Devoid of ego. Give these fools some money, and voila. We all get to share in the misery. That’s why they parade around with guys who are larger than most NYC apartments, and who are willing to take the force of the blow–and many of them did on Thursday morning.
The fight escalated into cowardice (big surprise) as some genius among one of the crews decided it would be a good idea to throw a glass or a bottle. Yep. Several innocent bystanders were injured in the melee…even those who were not within the illustrious W.i.P. VIP area. Including this Australian tourist (photo), who required 16 stitches to close her gash.
VIP. Please. Only according to themselves, and any fans who recognize them as having more talent than they actually do. Singers. Rappers. Products of great studio production and marketing. Drake. Pfffft. His name is Aubrey Graham. C’mon people. Quit drinkin’ the Kool-Aid. Now, while the City of New York needs police work done on real crimes, they’ll have to sift through the lies of these two boneheads and their lackey cronies, aka witnesses.
Do yourself a favor, people. If you’re at an establishment and one of these harbingers of bad news walks in the door, do yourself a favor and leave. There are some great “regular people” bars on 8th Ave. in Midtown that will welcome you with open arms.
