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Not long after his run-in with the Hampton police, Adonis got into another scrape that caused the Quiñones family outrage, and made me wonder what I ever saw in him-and also made me almost call it quits because I was so fed up.
We were working on songs that would become our new album, Entre a Mi Mundo, at a studio in Hampton, and the band was staying at a local hotel. Since I lived in the city I didn't stay there, which I love and hate at the same time. Since I wasn't there, I wasn't apart of all the ruckus that happened. If I had been there though, I might've been able to stop it.
Apparently, late in the evening, Adonis, a few members of the band and two members of the road crew who were brothers started drinking heavily.
At some point, the brothers started wrestling, and before long it became a free-for-all among all of them. Things didn't get really crazy until it was Adonis's great idea to invite strippers, and have an impromptu dance. It got really crazy in there. They were blasting music that could be heard throughout the entire floor, they broke one of the doors right off the hinges, and they knocked multiple holes in the walls.
Some point after all the strippers had gone and the room was a mess, Adonis went back to his own apartment as if nothing had happened.
Joe, our keyboard player, had been out in Hampton having a good time somewhere else. He told me that he came back to that room and plopped down on the bed. When he felt glass on the bedspread, he said, "What the hell?" But by then the two brothers were passed out on the other bed, so he just brushed off the glass and went to sleep. He woke up with a woman standing over him, going down a checklist on a clipboard.
Joe sat up, looked around the room, said, "Oh, shit," and bailed. He hid in one of the other hotel rooms and called me to tell me what had happened, knowing what Abraham's response would be to the room being trashed.
As Joe told me all that the brothers had told him about the previous night, I was literally paralyzed with rage. Here was another case of Adonis doing something stupid for the hell of it, and thinking that he could get away with it without facing his consequences.
Adonis had no idea I knew about any of this until later that morning, when I came to his apartment he had bought in Hampton in order to be closer to me. He opened the door, still half asleep, when he heard me knocking and shouting his name.
I wouldn't even cross the threshold into his apartment. I was so furious that I just stood right there in the hallway and let him have it. I told him how the two members of the road crew had already been fired, and although I knew that Abraham wouldn't get rid of the lead singer, I knew Adonis was in for a whole different type of punishment from Abraham, and I wasn't gonna bail him out this time.
"What the hell was that, huh? What do you think you're doing?" I asked him, mushing his face. "Why are you trying to ruin things for yourself?"
I knew that Adonis was a young, handsome, and wealthy guy who was bound to live his life and do what he wanted to do, but it bothered me that I was younger than him and had more common sense than he could muster.
"How could you be so stupid, Adonis? Who do you think you are? Some big hot-shot superstar who can trash hotel rooms for the hell of it?"
Adonis kept a serious face the whole time I yelled at him, but when I finally gave him the chance to speak for himself, he awkwardly grinned at me.
"I thought you'd be into that sorta thing. You know, the whole rough and tough attitude. I mean, you the rock guitarist, not me."
Now he had pissed me off.
Although I loved Adonis, and he truly was a great guy, he had a terrible habit of not taking responsibility for his actions, and somehow turning something he did wrong onto somebody else.
"Adonis, are you serious right now? When did I ever say some kind of bullshit like that? And when did I say I like for guys I'm interested in to trash hotel rooms and invite strippers over to join in on the fun?"
Adonis couldn't answer because he knew that he was in the wrong.
"Look Adonis, I may be young, but I've been around musicians my whole life. I'm not impressed." I told him.
"Okay, fine. Whatever, I don't care. It didn't even affect you, so I don't even know why you bugging about it." He said with a nonchalant tone.
"Adonis! This isn't just about the freaking hotel room. This is about the fact that you're being stupid and careless for no reason, and you're making me not wanna be with you!"
"Well, then don't." He said, before slamming the door in my face and leaving me outside alone.
I remember standing there and thinking to myself: Oh, no the fuck this nigga didn't just slam a door in my face.
"That's it!" I shouted as I banged on the door. "We're done! I don't wanna be with anybody like this. I can't believe you! You're such a jerk!"
There was nothing he could say in his defense to make me stay. Quite frankly, he'd made it quiet obvious that he didn't really care what I did. I just hope he was watching as the woman he claimed he loved so much walked out of his life because he knew that he had done the wrong thing. What the hell was he thinking? At first, I thought that maybe I wasn't good enough for Adonis, but I slowly realized that he didn't deserve someone as good as me.
