Pitbull Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion August 2, 2012
"I went from eviction and food stamps, to baggin work wet & damp, to a passport flooded with stamps. Now its Voli everywhere I land."
The date was December 1, 2006 -- or as I like to call it, the night I almost died at a Pitbull concert. Back then, I was just starting to learn how to use my camera, and the rapper was still playing clubs and car shows.
He had already experienced some acclaim and success, riding the wave of 2004's M.I.A.M.I. and 2005's Money Is Still a Major Issue. But his dream of becoming "Mr. Worldwide" was still roughly five years away.
Back to my near-death experience... If there's one thing you should know, it is this: The ladies absolutely LOVE Pitbull. He had swag before the term was invented. And on that night, I was front-row center, in the middle of a gaggle of overly obsessed and very drunk ladies, one of whom grabbed onto my neck and nearly choked me out before security intervened.
It wasn't my proudest moment, but I got my photos nonetheless.