When I was in college, Ice T came to talk at our campus. During his talk, he mentioned that he liked to play Mortal Kombat.
I was one of the best MK players on campus, and me and Underground would make money slanging these tutorial books we wrote. Back then, no one had the net. So, no one knew the fatalities. But, we downloaded a list of them from newsnet, then got our art genius friend Ed to illustrate them.
Underground would hang out at the arcade slangin these books while I would run herd on fools at the machine. After administering the beat downs, underground would approach and ask the victims if they wanted to learn all the secret moves. Then we'd sell them the books for 5 bucks a piece.
We had this damn hustle going on for a while. In fact, we had these books on consignment at the local comic shops, and Underground even used to have little kids selling this shit for him on commission.
Anyway, during his talk, Ice T mentioned that he loved Mortal Kombat. So, after his talk, I stepped up to him and asked him if he knew about all the fatalities. He didn't know half of the shit I was talking about, so I told him I had a book about the shit. He asked me if he could have one, but I didn't have one on me, so he gave me the location of his suite. I went and ganked a book, then partied with him, a grip of star struck college girls, and his entourage the rest of the night.
When shit was done, he gave me a Syndicate membership card, and I went home, woke everyone up, and made them watch New Jack City.
True story.
Ice Mothafuckin T