Well damn. The man I had really come to admire, the man who embodies the American Dream, the man who still, at the tender age of 52, wears a giant clock around his neck is shuttering his fried chicken restaurant after only 4 months.
The joint (as I'm referring to it) was opened in Iowa with "a business partner he met through a connection in Las Vegas." Shit, if Flava Flav and some unnamed person from Vegas (who hangs out with Flava Flav) can't successfully open a restaurant in America's heartland then what hope do any small business owners have?
Anyway, according to Flava, his chicken "ain't no joke." And he brags you could compare it to KFC any day. Too bad then, if it came in a giant bucket with crippling diarrhea and a triple bypass on the side, then he's right, who could have told the difference?
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