and after a recent exchange (mostly one-way exchange) I had with him in the back of a limo at 3am in Vegas (the details and reasons I was in there in the first place are still a bit hazy and being slowly pieced back together. Oh, how we all love Vegas) confirmed that he's as enigmatic in front of the camera as he is in the back of a luxury car with 8 mostly random people. It goes as follows: World Peace: (sitting to my left turns and slaps me across the chest with the back of his hand) yo... you see Celine Dion yet?
Me: (gasp for air) uhhh... no...no I haven't.
World Peace: Yeah, yeah, she's not back until January though. You gotta see her live. It's amazing! (his voice jumps up an octave) No, for real. It's amazing! (gushes, looks into the distance)
Me: (confused look) ok
World Peace: (turns and puts his arm around a random girl to his left and whispers in her ear, then turns back to me) I saw her 3 times already. I took my friends to go see her. Yo, these are real thug dudes, they loved it. One of my friends, he was crying. I'm serious man, he was crying after 3 or 4 songs and she didn't even do the Titanic song yet! That's my favorite. I cried too.
Me: (silence)
World Peace: She's probably my favorite artist. (looks me in the eye) You'll cry, I promise.
Me: (silence)
World Peace: I'm serious, you gotta do that. (cars pulls up to Aria) You ready, let's go to the club. (slaps me across the chest again)
― moullet, Monday, 3 December 2012 02:39 (eleven years ago) link