After three years under King, Tyson didn’t even know he had a fan club. When the fighter found out, his longtime chauffeur and assistant, Rudy Gonzalez, says he and Tyson went to the Fan Club office within King’s training facilities in Orwell, Ohio, to see what Tyson had been paying for. When they entered, they saw crates filled with thousands of unopened envelopes from fans.
“Sitting on the floor, opening some of the yellowed mail, Gonzalez, who will also likely be a key witness for Tyson, remembers the then heavyweight champ reading a letter from a woman in the Midwest. Her child had been dying of cancer. She wondered if Tyson could give the kid a call. Gonzalez remembers getting the number, dialing, and passing the phone off to Tyson who, after only a few minutes, hung up, cursed King and started to cry. The call was a year too late.” [x]
genuinely what would you even do in this situation. would you just give up on your car? like leave the keys in the ignition and walk away? i feel like any potential way you could clean this up would just make it an even more awful situation like theres really no coming back from this
● ask me inappropriate and nosy questions,
● ask me anything you’d always wanted to ask me,
● ask me for advice,
● tell me something you’d never tell me off anon,
● tell me something about your life,
● tell me a secret/confession,
● tell me something about the person you love/hate the most,
● tell me what you think of me,
● tell me what you’d do with me if we met,
● tell me why you followed me and why you stayed following me,
● describe me the way an author would in a book,
● describe me or my blog in three words,
● describe yourself and i’ll tell you if i’d go out with you,
● send me turn on/offs,
● anything at all!!
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
