Poor Scott Stapp. The former (or maybe current) Creed frontman is living in his own prison, and that prison is his mind.
The guy has been holed up in a Boca Holiday Inn for weeks. First, the news hit the web that his wife filed for divorce and custody of their kids after he sent her some of the craziest text messages ever written in the history of writing. He accused her of stealing his money. She went back to court to have him committed.
Since then, Stapp's been making some seriously compelling-for-all-the-wrong-reasons videos. The climax of this meltdown likely came when last week he was spotted riding the streets on a bike shirtless. His mission? He says the CIA trained him to kill the president. He also says he's got the documentation to prove it.
Though Stapp has totally lost his marbles many times before -- like when tried to kill himself by jumping out of a Miami Beach hotel window or losing a sex tape he did with Kid Rock -- this was Scott's year to bottom out. And he did it right here at home.
As much as Trick loves the kids, we love Trick. Don't even get us started on the classics he laid down around the millennium. Do you not remember "Nann Nigga" with Trina or "In Da Wind" with CeeLo? If not, get educated right here.
Since his heyday though, Trick's life has sort of gone down hill. He's had many run-ins with the law, and it was kinda lame stuff like pulling a gun on a kid during a pickup basketball game and trying to beat someone on Lincoln Road. Like Lincoln Road, really? Unless it was over a parking space, we're not feeling it.
And in equally awkward fashion, he got arrested this year at his Miramar home as he tried to back out of his driveway. The cops were there on something called a "sniff warrant" -- which just sounds like an excuse for police pups to lift some of your hard earned blow, but whatever. He was charged with possession of a firearm by a felon, possession of ammunition by a felon, possession of cocaine, and driving with a suspended license.