LOL.. Ball so hard, motherfuckers can't find me, so they served me at my parents house. It all started back in the day, when I used to represent big brands at some point. I was involved in some thing back in 2007 or so with the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship - MMA - yeah, on TV) and this management company. Some fighter did some shit, may or may not have been let go of one management company and went to another, then ended up on the fucking UFC reality show... (What's so funny, is this whole time I didn't think the show even aired... whatever) A whole lot of bullshit went on, lawyers lawsuits, people threatening this and that (which I wasn't even aware of what was going on when I departed), so I get a text from my father, that I got a subpoena because of my involvement with the UFC and some other dumb shit. I'm going to get this thing Quash-ed, I wasn't even fucking involved in that side, and I couldn't even tell you which retarded fighter it was, who did what or why... I wasn't even in the fucking country for a majority of the year.
I don't have time for this shit.
All I can say is, because who you do business with, shit can come back years later with a big ass headache...
I don't have time for this shit.

All I can say is, because who you do business with, shit can come back years later with a big ass headache...