If you’re a world-renowned former athlete / convicted rapist / occasional cannibal with an enormous facial tattoo and you’re on the lam from a court-ordered drug rehab in Nevada, where do you hide? Well, if you’re Mike Tyson, you hide out at the Starbucks on the corner of Hollywood and McCadden. That’s what the lispy ex-champ was doing this morning, chatting amicably with the few ballsy tourists between bites on his bran muffin. Since that particular Starbucks is also known as a hangout for some of Hollywood’s shadier characters, it seemed a particularly appropriate place for Iron Mike to contemplate his next move. Or drug score.
– Chris “You Got ‘Em, I Spot ‘Em” May