Have you ever had a dream where you leave your own body and see yourself from the outside? You're like: Hmmm, so that's what I really look like?
Yeah, well, Carol City-gone-worldwide rapper Rick Motherfucking Ross actually had that experience, in real life. He met a much shorter and weirder version of himself yesterday at his God Forgives, I Don't release signing in Pembroke Pines. Yes, that's me in my homemade Bawse beard shaking the hand of, and presumably frightening, Mr. Rozay.
After the jump, watch my full interaction with the crowd outside of Best Buy and my meeting with the Bawse himself. Awkward moments abound!
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Liz has her master’s degree in religion from Florida State University. She has since written for publications and outlets such as Miami New Times, Rolling Stone, Pitchfork, Ocean Drive, the Huffington Post, NBC Miami, Time Out Miami, Insomniac, the Daily Dot, and the Atlantic. Liz spent three years as New Times Broward-Palm Beach’s music editor, was the weekend news editor at Inverse, and is currently the managing editor at Tom Tom Magazine.