There are two things that I love about T.I.. One, that he married Tameka “Tiny” Cottle. And two, that he attempted to defend Tiny by allegedly whooping Floyd Mayweather in a Las Vegas Fatburger. When I saw the news that T.I. had been arrested for acting like a fool under the influence, my mind immediately pictured delicious pieces of cheeseburger shrapnel flying through the air. The reality of the situation is just a tad less exciting, and significantly more annoying for T.I.
The Blast says that T.I. was arrested this morning at around 4:00 in his gated community located just outside Atlanta, Georgia. T.I. forgot his keys, and the security guard reportedly refused to let him in. Rather than sing a couple bars of “Whatever You Like” to let the security guard know who he was dealing with, T.I. got into an argument. He then reportedly called a friend for backup, and that’s when it got really messy. According to law enforcement sources that spoke with TMZ, the security guard let T.I. enter without his key. T.I. returned shortly afterward on foot to confront the security guard further. The security guard was afraid something bad was going to happen, and they called the police.
T.I. was arrested for simple assault, disorderly conduct and public drunkenness. TMZ’s sources say that T.I. never hit the security guard or made any physical contact. However, the security guard told police they were afraid T.I. was going to hit them, and that’s considered simple assault under Georgia law. T.I. was released on his own recognizance. T.I.’s attorney tells TMZ that the security guard was asleep on the job and that Tiny let the security guard know to let him in:
“It took Tip some time to wake up the sleeping guard. Tip clearly identified himself and sought entry. The guard refused entry. Tip was in contact with ‘Tiny’ by phone and ‘Tiny’ confirmed that Tip should be let in immediately. The guard continued to refuse entry without justification.”
This situation proves that there’s really more than one way to be drunk. Even after T.I. was let through the gate at 4 in the morning, he still had enough energy to circle back and keep the fight going. Even at my liver’s freshest, I still don’t think I would have had the fortitude to leave my house after I got home. I’d sit on my bed with potato chips muttering, “Oh yeah, he’ll see who’s boss when I wake up later this afternoon.”
Pic: Henry County Sheriff’s Office