So we walk there, and we heard the guard say to us we could not come in. And we said why? The owner said we could not come in. What I did? I just got this little story that just came out on us, from the Wednesday party we used to do at Voodoo, we used to do a weekly party there. So they did a little story on us in New York magazine, with our pictures in it. The next morning I found out where Eric Goode lives, I said I got to talk to this owner, ‘cause he cannot be dissing me like that. I go to his place, I spend money, I support him. I go there and show up and he says I cannot come in. So, I found out where he lives, on Bleecker Street, I walk up and I say, Eric this is Unik, I got my story in the paper man, I don’t do drugs, I don’t drink, why you don’t let me in? For the record I don’t drink or do drugs. I was very mad about it because you cannot judge a person. All these Haitians they go to clubs and stand by the bathroom, selling drugs to people, so they thought everybody that’s Haitian with dreads, that’s what they are doing. But after that me and Eric we made up, and he realized that we weren’t part of that social group.
The Dreaded Unik and KyKy [Goodnight Mr. Lewis]