I Once Saw Gary Patyon In a Club

He was a douche.

I was out with my friend Lina in Sacramento. I can't remember what the occasion was. But we went to the K-Bar. It was kind of mellow, more of a lounge-esque environment. I was sippin on my Gin and Tonic (geez....how far away from that drink am I now?) and low and behold Lina's friend waltzes back saying "Gary Payton is here."

Payton was playing with the Fakeshow at the time and they were in town to play the Kings. All things being equal, Gary was still a hell of a player so I wandered over to say "what's up."

But then two members of his little entourage showed up. I yelled past them "Gary Payton, what's up!?"

To which I heard the response from entourage member #1 "Gary's not tryna see no one right now."

Okay. And then Gary just looked at me like I was retarded (which is an accurate depiction of me, but still, I don't need to be reminded of that). I shrugged it off and wandered back to Lina.

Moral of the story: Gary Payton = Douchebag.

Fun fact: My friend Malcolm once sold GP furniture when he was working in Pleasanton at Levitz. Apparently he was really cool to Malcolm, who sold him about $20,000 worth of furniture.