Peckerwood Manor

This past November, I wrote an article here as a reaction to the Cassie/Diddy story. My hopes for his monumental downfall were tempered at that time because I knew he would settle the lawsuit as fast as he could because the longer it hung out there, the bolder other people would become, and after years of silence, the legions of those he had betrayed, hurt, and used were many. They would have their say and a satisfying, sometimes therapeutic taste of long overdue revenge if given a chance. It was why I wrote that story, and it is why I revisit it today. I don't feel done exposing him, so here I am again. Sean Combs' nefarious behavior permeated New York City's hip-hop scene during the 1990s and the 2000s, and you were hard-pressed to find someone who didn't have an opinion about him and Bad Boy Records. He behaved without fear of retribution or exposure; he did what he wanted, and no one said anything against him. At least not publicly. Yet anyone who spent time sociali...

Once I made the decision to write for Peckerwood I promised myself I would try to be lighthearted about a lot of subjects, reveal some personal things relating to celebrities and use the inside stuff I learn from time to time to share with you. I thought it was the least I could offer our little corner of the world. Most of you I have known for 7 years, others less, and some are new, but one thing that holds true for me is how important certain stories are and how they can pull back the curtains on the world of entertainment where everything is not as it seems.  We see these people spit-shined and spun into cotton candy, but it is a world not built for the weak, sensitive, gullible, kind, trusting, very young, or those without street smarts. It can grind and chew people up and toss their mangled dreams and corpses into the gutters of LA and New York City, and the public forgets them as soon as their 10 minutes are up. 15 if they are lucky. I am one of those who learned the hard way...