Stephanie Seymour got arrested in January for driving while plastered on the sweet nectar, and her 22-year-old son Peter Brant Jr. was arrested in March after throwing a flailing hissy fit and drunkenly cursing out Port Authority officers at JFK. Since that family has to keep their legacy of being messy alive, and Stephanie and Peter already did their part, it was 20-year-old Harry Brant’s turn and he came through.
Page Six says that last Thursday in Greenwich, CT, Harry, whose daddy is billionaire Peter Brant, allegedly ran from a cab without paying the $27.85 fare. The cab driver called the cops and when the police caught up with the 24-carat twat, he decided to deny taking the taxi. When that didn’t really work out for him, he admitted to taking the taxi and said he didn’t have enough money to pay. Cops say that Harry had that cokehead glow about him. He was pale and covered in sweat. The cops asked Harry to put his hands behind his back, to which he responded by screaming, “No! No!”, and busting out what sounds like a drug-induced meltdown. A piece of the police report reads like this:
“Officers were able to grab ahold of Brant and take him to the ground. Brant continued to resist officers’ attempts to place him under arrest by tensing his muscles while swinging his arms and kicking his legs. Officers were finally able to place him in handcuffs.”
Harry also refused to give the cops his name, but they already had that hussy’s number. They knew who he was. It also got worse for Harry. The cops searched him and found what looked like a baggy of the bad shit. It tested positive for narcotics. Harry was charged with larceny in the sixth degree, illegal possession and interfering with an officer. He has to show his face in court on August 4th.
Harry’s family is so rich that he could probably sneeze up $28 (“Ewww, the coke clouds I sneeze up are worth more than $28, peasant!” – Harry Brant), so I’m not buying the “having no money” excuse. My guess is that Harry is so used to being driven around by a paid driver in a luxurious automobile that he has no idea that when you take a taxi, you have to pay for it afterward. It’s not his fault! Affluenza is real. Shame on those cops! They should’ve known, because I’m pretty sure that Greenwich is affluenza ground zero.
Here’s Harry serving up old money Pee-wee Herman at the Dior Couture show in Paris last month: