It goes without saying that nothing good came of this, right?
Vintage Melo with braids, Baltimore-I-definitely-dealt-drugs swag and an all-white velour suit was not a person I'd want to be associated with at any point in my life. Toss in the lead singer of "KISS" and a bevy of big breasted scallywags and I honestly have no idea what could have possibly occured.
Maybe they caught a bite to eat. Maybe they had a coke orgy. I don't know, but I 1000% want to know more than anything in the world. On a much more important note, I'd love to be a fly on the wall during a Carmelo Anthony-Lala Vasquez argument when she pulls out this picture and he'd have to explain what the fuck was going on.
"What had happened was, I was like, at the Indy 500 and that dude that used to be in that band with the scary faces came at me asking for an autograph. My man was speakin' gibberish and all these girls were like, 'Help me 'Melo, this guy's crazy', so I called the authorities and made sure all the girls got home safely. That's all honey."
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