Dec. 15th, 2011
AJ ordered a tomato juice. Then ate his lunch with Howie and I. Then his wife Leigh D. came over. "So what is this now, AJ and Howie Storytelling time?" She asked. "Well, ummmmmm, uh I was telling this blogger about Angela and that whole thing." He told her. "I know." she told him. "So then you two, tell us what happened!" She passionately asked him, but it was more like a yelled influckunation in her voice. Then she came and kissed Howie on the lips and forehead and rubbed his back, and that put him right back into the mood with a huge smile on his face. AJ intruppted, "I'll do it." AJ spoke before I could even ask. "So Angela had been cheating with D with 4 or 5 people, but he was going through the 5 stages of grieve and realizing he might not have her in his life anymore soon enough as well, and was in a huge case of sadness and denial at the same time." AJ said opening the story back up for us as Britney rehershed.
"Do it on more time guys, AGAIN!" Britney shouted to her band. "1, 2, 3, 4!" She said. As she started dancing with her dancers, the ones with costume issues in their police outfits for the song. The 3 or 4 out of the 10 dancers that did have issues with them on stage with ripps or the outfits being too tight or too big.
"Boy don't try to front." She sang. "Womanizer, Womanizer." She sang. "Crazy, I got your crazy, Nothing but a womanizer." As she sang a remix version, of an acapella remix, then went into the chorus one more time.
July 9th, 1995 Paris, France.
"Oh, Howie." Angela romanced him, after drinking 3 glasses of red whine. "I love you, and you have the best laugh ever." She told him. He smiled happy as a clam. Then they kissed and made sweet love. The sex had blown his mind. But he was getting tired of the lying.
"Angela." He told her the next morning. "We have NEED to talk about US." Howie asked her. "Is it true?" Howie asked. "I want to leave you for a wealthy rich ass man in Portugal. Yes." She told him. He was in shock. "I have been cheating on you with several man, not rich, famous, or singers." She told him. He was in shock. "But what didn't I do right?" He asked a kind of drunk.
"Your stupid, your no fun, and your out of your mind to date someone like me." She told him. He went into shock.
The next day, July 10th, 1995. As we preformed in Southern France. "She left me." He cried to me. "I don't know what I did wrong?" Howie asked Brian, Kevin, and I. "You trusted that whore." Kevin told him. "Good, then tomorrow, I'll be at her house after the show to get her back." Howie told him.
"What?" Kevin asked. "Why?" I asked. "She doesn't give a fuck about you!" I yelled at him. "Well, I LOVE HER, I NEED HER, WE JUST MADE UP, IT'S ALL MY FAULT." Howie cried and ran back into his hotel room to cry for the day, rather than see the press and some tourist sites with us. Kevin grabbed him and talked him into at the very least doing it for Nick and I. Since he knew what that meant to us back then as a group and as friends and blood brothers.
