I was touring with Ice-T around the country; we had a kick-ass band.
However, for some reason, people kept mistaking us for each other. It bugged the shit out of us, because he and I could easily tell the difference-- why couldn't anyone else? Eventually, however, to avoid confusion, I just started wearing neon-red shorts all the time.
I was dating Debbie Gibson, but she and Ice didn't get along at all, so I ditched her eventually-- took her to a party full of Santa Cruz geeks, and left her there to the not-so-tender mercies of Gerald, who has a serious thing for her.