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...story that he saw Combs with a gun on the night of the shootings, but he was unclear on details. He said that he saw Combs pull up his "Sean John" sweat top to put a gun in his waistband, but couldn't recall whether Combs was wearing a T-shirt underneath his sweat top or not. He also testified that Combs offered him a bribe of a pinkie ring while Combs was handcuffed in the police station, but Fenderson was unable to recall which of Combs' hands was handcuffed...
...game shows from the '60s, complete with refurbished game show hosts. The three keys to making over an aging game show host seem to be a deep tan, heavy airbrushing round the jowls and removing that fuddy-duddy tie and sports coat and replacing it with a "modern look" T-shirt and dark jacket. (If that seems a touch "Miami Vice," it's intentional - most game shows operate in a time-lag that's exactly 15 years behind the real world...
...festival site about an hour away. The afternoon is still bright and sunny and hot. At the site, the paranoid Gaza Strip-y security is still in effect. There, our identification cards are swiped and we are allowed into the facilities. We're also supposed to be wearing ridiculous t-shirts identifying each us as VIPs, but, given the history of revolutionary activity in rock 'n roll in general and Latin America in particular, I decided a T-shirt advertising my status as a VIP isn't a good fashion choice. Plus the T-shirt is way too small...
...Brazil and open that up for the rest of the world," says Garcia. "To them, this is their Woodstock." Garcia's "people" (note to self: get a job where I have "people." As a lowly music critic I am people-less) give me my press passes and three T-shirts. They tell me that I'm required to wear one of the T-shirts each day of the concert. The T-shirt is a female-sized medium. I'm a six-foot, five-inch, 220-pound guy. You would think that a megapromoted megaconcert could at least spring...
...billboard of Cristo Redentor standing behind a huge, sweating can of Pepsi, almost like he's about to throw his arms around it. But I'm not thinking about Jesus' Pepsi just this moment. I'm thinking about how I'm gonna fit into that stupid T-shirt...