A story about Jay-Z
I was in Greenwich village with my step mom and baby sister one day. It was July 2000 and we were sitting in the car while my dad ran into Starbucks to get a coffee.
So, we’re just sitting there waiting when all of a sudden I see this gorgeous sliver-gray Bently convertable drive by. There were two dudes in the front and the backseat contained a few ladies. But behind this Bently was an even sexier Corn-Powder blue Bently convertable being driven by Hova himself. My mouth dropped and before I knew it, my step-mom was banging on the window, screaming. He was only a few feet away from me as he coasted down that unusually quiet city street outside of St. Vincent’s hospital.
