Continuing with Nikki’s True Hollywood Stories….

Chapter 2: Roy Jones, Jr.
It was the early 90’s. I was visiting one of my best friends who was in the Navy and stationed in Pensacola, FL. On this particular weekend, we got dressed to the nines to paint the town red.

We found a nightclub to kick it at and we proceeded to get our boogie on out on the floor with a few of the fellas that we’d met in the club. Well, when we sat down to catch our breaths, this guy walked over to our table saying, “Me and my boy wanna holla at you and your girl.”

I replied, “Who’s your boy?” He said, “His name is Roy.” I peered over at the area Roy was sitting in and I replied to the gentleman at our table, “Why can’t he come over himself?” The guy said, “Just come over and share a drink with me and my boy.”

I took another glance over at Roy and I noticed that he had his hair shaved off………..but was still rockin’ a tuft of hair in a shag at the back of his neck. My girl and I were like, “Oh no. We’ll pass.” We could not believe that brotha was wearing a shag. Mind you, this was the early 90’s, but shags had played out in the 80’s, and this was the era of the s-curl, when every brotha was trying to look like a member of the R&B group, Guy.

*dream sequence*

*does the “Groove Me” dance*

“YEP YEP!”

Anyway, the guy standing at our table was like, “Alright then, you ladies enjoy yourselves and have a good night.” My homegirl and I laughed the entire night about the brotha with the shag. Some years and several boxing championships later, to my surprise, I come to find out that the guy with the shag was none other than Roy Jones, Jr.

Hell, had I known who that brotha was going to turn out to be, we probably would have shared that drink with him. Who knows, he could have been my future husband.