Community News: The Fall of The Pink Rooster (1 of 100+)
September 22, 2012
When Keeping It Real Goes Bad…..
September 22, 2012

Pinky’s ORB!!!

“I’m having a seizure!!!” 10 seconds later a crash happens. I run up stairs, Red Man and BAAAA are right behind me. I see Pinky on the ground facing toward the door to his bathroom. His thumb in his mouth legs shaking. I felt sorry for him. Finally after months of what felt like going through the motions I felt something towards him again. It’s strange after so long of repressing how you feel that you just stop feeling for some one.

“Pinky, what can I do to help?” I said as I leaned in. All I know is that you shouldn’t be on your stomach or alone when you’re having a heart attack. I leaned in to put him on his stomach…

30 minutes before…

“We are releasing the program in 3 days. I can’t wait!!!” Pinky yelled at the top of his lungs as he comes through the office. He had been actually working on the program like crazy since a death in his family.

It was tough to see him cry for a few days. I know how tough that can be. I tried comforting him since he talked to me for a while when I needed a help after my grandmother died. He Just said, “Thank you.” Interesting since Speer offered to pay my way back home and give me time off.

Once a day we would all come down the stairs and do meetings to try to prep us for the program. We hadn’t seen much of Pinky in the past 3 months and he promised his clients his program would be released in November almost a year prior. We got most of our communications through BAAAA who was right behind him smiling bigger than usual. He had an arrogance about him in the last couple of weeks. I wasn’t sure if it was his style he was trying to do since he had adopted having his pants sag under his ass looking more ghetto everyday or if it was because pinky and him were wearing sun glasses. We were used to them being high on a daily basis… again.

Pinky said, “Let’s do a short meeting. Five minutes and who’s timing?” Everyone gets up and heads out front. His five minute meetings have a habit of taking 30 minutes to 1 hour.  I remember thinking it was strange that BAAAA hadn’t come out with us but was working on the computer in the office. It wasn’t anything new though. He hadn’t really been part of the knights lately so I dismissed it and went outside.

We start our meeting and Pinky started asking what our next nearest sales were. Speer came outside to find BAAA. His eyes were covered over and he was in zombie mode. He had been this way more and more since his accident…

“Where is BAAAA?” Speer asked.

Red Man said, “He’s inside.” Then he put down his phone. He had a few girl friends and had been texting them a lot. Good for him. Most people just throw away a good thing but not Red Man. He likes keeping girls around.

“Ink you need those after effects still?”

“Yeah.” Ink is a man of few words. Speer turned around and closed the door. Thirty seconds later I hear craziness out of nowhere.

“You’re out!” as Speer comes outside again. “He’s gone! I won’t be disrespected in my house.” We are all stunned. Looking at each other. Pinky is in total shock. Speechless… one of only a hand full of times I’ve ever seen him this way.

“What…Why?” His voice cracking. It looked like he wanted to cry.

“He disrespected me in my house and he’s out. That won’t happen in my house.”

“It’s my house too. I say he stays.”

“No he’s out. That’s it end of story.”

“You can’t do this to me. We are so close to finishing the program. We launch it on Saturday.” Pinky stands up and walks toward Speer.

“Yes, we can still launch. He is out.”

“But I need Baaa to finish. He can stay in my room. He won’t even come out.”

“Fine with me, You can finish with him let’s launch on Saturday. But he’s not here. He’s out!” This carried on back and forth for about 5 minutes. I wanted to find out what happened. This was a shock to me and everyone else. I look at Baaa and asked him, “What did you do?”

“I won’t give him after effects.” He stated as a mater of fact. It was almost as though he had expected this and thought it was normal. Just a few weeks before he was the person Speer went to for most important tasks. He had ended up isolating himself in Pinky’s room. Anything that was talked about in private was told to Pinky right away. You can’t play both sides it seems like. You can be neutral but you can’t play both sides.

“He has 30 minutes to be out.” Speer said as he went to his room.

“No you’re not doing this to me right before the drop of my greatest program.” Makes me laugh since it had been pushed back a year. For months I have been telling people it’s in the final stages of editing. Yet Pinky always said, “It was going to be done at the end of the month.”

“It’s done. He’s out!” He said as the door shut.

“You’re not cock blocking me! He’s staying! FUCK YOU SPEER!” Pinky yelled as he walked up the stairs.

The back door swings open. Speer runs up and gets in the face of Pinky. “FUCK ME! NO FUCK YOU PINKY! HE’S OUT!” I had never seen him that mad before. It seems the whole year of stress and pain that he was dealing with came out in a second. He calmed himself down fast and walked out the front door. He had always said, “It’s better to calm down and work with a cool head.” He went outside and sat out front with his girl. She has a calmness that makes him more mellow.

Pinky runs up the stairs and goes to his room. Red Man, BAAAA, and myself are in the kitchen trying to figure out what is going on.

“I’m having a seizure!!!” 10 seconds later a crash happens. I run up stairs with Red Man and BAAAA right behind me. I see Pinky on the ground facing toward the door to his bathroom. His thumb in his mouth legs shaking. I felt sorry for him. Finally after months of what felt like going through the motions I felt something towards him again. It’s strange after so long of repressing things how you feel that you just stop feeling for someone.

“Pinky, what can I do to help?” I said as i leaned in. All I knew is that you shouldn’t be on your stomach or alone when you’re having a heart attack. I leaned in to put him on his stomach…

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!! I need the doctor.”

“BAAAA look up the doctor on Google and call him!” I said. Someone needed to take control of the situation.

“I need something round.” He said as he put his thumb in his mouth again. Strange his voice wasn’t cracking. I run down stairs and get a tennis ball for him.

“Ross Jeffries figured out when my attacks happen I need something to center myself.” He said as he gets up to his knees. Red Man and I help him to his feet. He started walking around with a limp shaking.”
Speer walks back inside. Sees Pinky walking around and sits in the office. Pinky comes through the office.

“Speer we need to finish the program.”

“I agree. But he’s not staying here.”

“Please don’t cock block me. We are one day away.” I didn’t understand how he is cock blocking
him since it’s a program and has nothing to do with sex. Maybe BAAA and Pinky had a unique relationship that we don’t know about.

“Yes. If you want to stay here Ink can help you finish it if it’s one day.”

“No. I have a flow and the energy is with BAAAA. I can’t go and retrain someone to see the vision this close.”

“Perfectly fine. Finish with BAAAA just not here.” Speer said as he sat in the chair. Pinky got on his knees.

“Please don’t cock block me here. I have to leave my room and finish the product somewhere else?”

“No Ink can help you and leaving is your choice. He’s just out.” As he points to BAAAA.

“Fine I’ll get a hotel and finsh the product with BAAAA.”

“That’s perfectly fine I’ll pay for half the hotel bill.”

“No I’ll take care of it and finish my program.”

“I paid $100,000.00 over this year. Why not pay a little more?”

“Whatever you paid I paid that much too.” It keeps going back and forth for 20 minutes.

“I’m done talking to you Pinky.”

Pinky starts to walk away. He turns quickly to the walk of Pick up fame. Pointing to an article from Cosmopolitan magazine that had Speer, Mehow, Adam Lyons, and Hypnotica in it. Pinky says, “I SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THAT PICTURE! IT WAS MY CONFERENCE AND THEY WERE LOOKING FOR ME!”

Speer looked at me and asked, “Isn’t that the year I got the standing ovation?”

“Yeah you proposed on stage to your girl.”

” Pinky I got the standing ovation so they came looking for me to get in the picture. They came to me.”

Pinky started a rant of how he should have been in the picture instead of Speer and in the articles more. It had nothing to do with what was going on. It was just his real self coming out at a moment of how jealous he really was of Speer in my mind.

“That’s it I’m going to call my father. What are you going to do go play volleyball?” He yelled as he picked up Speer’s camera and walked out to BAAA’s car. Ranting and chain smoking as he sharked with every smoke. I couldn’t believe it. He’s going to call his parents… This is a business between a 44 year old man and a 31 year old. Last time I heard that phrase was third grade. It actually made me laugh a little.

I sat down next to Speer and I wanted to find out what’s going on.
“Going to play volleyball is a good idea. Relieve some of this stress.” He said as he looked at me from his chair.

“Yeah I wouldn’t mind having some fun but what happened? Why is BAAAA out?”

“He wouldn’t give Ink the after effects. They’re a competing company.” He said it’s a matter of fact.

“So Pinky is starting a new company?”

“It makes sense since they spend all the time in his room. I’m not going to be disrespected after everything I had done for him. ” It was surreal having Baaa change his mind on everything in such a short time.

“Let’s get ready and get out of here for a while. Lets have some fun.”

“Volleyball?”

“Volleyball.”