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Few things in life are tantamount to getting into a fist fight at a Waffle House. Maybe crapping your pants at a dollar store, or going to a porn shop with Dad. There’s just an inherent level of class to these situations.
Late Saturday night, Kid Rock, the late ‘90s answer to David Lee Roth, got into a brawl at one of Hotlanta’s late night restaurants. The story is that Kid and his cronies walked in at about 5 a.m. with a woman (groupie, seamstress....) and one of her former male friends became enraged. A fight ensued between the Bull God and the jilted ex that made its way to the proverbial “outside.” Mr. Rock spent almost all of Sunday in jail, no doubt signing autographs for star-struck officers and fellow inmates. He made bail late in the afternoon, free to continue performing songs like “Lowlife (Living the Highlife),” his ode to the champagne of beers. I’m just guessing.....
This kind of thing happens all the time in the part of town I come from. Some Brosephus comes sauntering into IHOP after last call and sees Sally Sue nestled with Scooter and he thinks he’s Chuck Liddell. A ridiculous fracas ensues, ending with two crying rednecks and an amused crowd. Seriously come out to Pearland some night. It’s cheaper than a movie and we got like seven Wal-Marts. – Craig Hlavaty