NBA baller Allen Iverson just dismissed rumors of his financial instability by purchasing a $4.5 Million dollar home in Atlanta, just weeks after his wife filed for divorce in Fulton County Superior Court.
The Philadelphia 76ers’ Allen Iverson announced he was leaving basketball indefinitely due to his 4-year-old daughter Messiah’s undisclosed illness about a week ago, and was exposed after partying it up at CIAA last weekend…but apparently the NBA baller’s wife has had it with his antics and seeks to UNTIE the knot.
Tawanna Iverson, Allen’s wife of almost 9 years has officially filed for divorce in Fulton County Superior Court. Continue Reading…
Sorry I haven’t posted this week…I’m still in mourning for T.I. aka Clifford Harris, Jr. I tried to show my support by going on a hunger strike until he is released (hoping I could lose 10 a few pounds this week), but my will power sucks! Now….I don’t know about you, but the thought of not eating for 6 days does not give you energy and creativity. Anyway, my hunger strike didn’t work….T.I.’s still locked up!
So…back to work I go! Here’s a recap of the events this week:
Last but not least, T.I. appeared in court today on federal gun charges. He pled not guilty and his attorneys have proposed that he be released on a $2.2 million bond and given house arrest. The judge in the case has agreed to consider the proposal and has given his attorneys another week to gather additional information before he rules. It has also been released that T.I. was allegedly in possession 2 and 1/2 pounds of weed on the day of his arrest. What I find terribly odd is that he is accused of admitting to a federal agent that he smoked the weed in preparation for BET Awards. OK…who besides me thinks this is all a bunch of B.S.?? Can you just imagine him sitting on the curb conversing with the feds and saying….”yeah, it’s mine….and I just smoked it”…? Whatever?!?!
“I bet you niggaz think I’m livin it up
Til you see polices laughin as they pickin me up
Went from seeing how many bitches I could fit in the truck
To three hots and a cot, is you kiddin or what?
Fuck how many millions I got, nigga, so what if I’m hot
When I got prices on my head, feds rushin my spot
A million haters want me dead, forced to carry a gat …”