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More often than I liked, I was caught between Adonis and Abraham. Occasionally I got the raw end of the deal, like the time we were returning from playing at the Colorado State Fair.
It was late at night and we knew we had a long drive ahead of us. By then, we had a crew, a security guy, and a driver for the bus. Everything was in place for us to leave except, of course, Adonis. I had gone back to the hotel room to check to see if he was ready to leave, but of course he wasn't.
"Go back in there and get him to come out," Abraham commanded.
I did as I was told. "Baby, everybody's at the bus waiting on you," I said.
"Tell Pops to chill out, alright? I'm coming, damn! I'll be out in a few minutes," Adonis said. "Aye, baby, take that bag out for me and send somebody back for the rest of my stuff."
I returned to the bus-a much nicer one now than our old tour bus, Big Bertha-and informed Abraham that it would be a few more minutes before Adonis was ready, but somebody from the road crew could go collect his bags.
Abraham was standing halfway up the bus steps. The rest of the band and the crew were there as well, just sitting in the front of the bus and watching. Abraham gave me a really nasty look, and I thought, Oh, my gosh. Why am I in the middle of this crap? I've had enough of this old man. I don't deserve to be treated this way.
Out of respect for Adonis's father, though, I held my temper. I walked past him and everyone else to put some of Adonis's gear in his bunk.
"Where's Adonis?" Abraham snapped. "Why isn't he out here with the rest of us?"
I worked to keep my voice calm. "Abraham, I already told you. He said that somebody can come out and get his stuff. He's a grown man, Abraham. He'll be here when he's ready."
Abraham shot the rest of the way up the bus steps, making a lot of noise, and barreled down the hallway toward me. Startled, I took a few steps back. I had no idea what Abraham was going to do to me. I didn't want to hit him, but I wanted to be ready in case he hit me first. I stood perfectly still and let him come at me. I could have pushed him or slapped him, and believe me, I thought about it.
Then I stopped myself. What was I doing?
Abraham pulled himself together, too. He slammed shut the door to the bunk room so that nobody else could see us, and gave me a big bear hug. "Sorry, honey," he said. "I'm just in a bad mood because I'm in a hurry."
"Oh, ok. It's cool, it's cool," I said, and that was that.
Or so I thought.
I have no idea what Abraham told Adonis about this incident to save face, but it must have been some version that made me into the bad guy, because he was angry at me for days.
