Dec
A Superficial Gallery Exclusive Interview: Plaxico Burress
Acadia is one guilt trippin’ motherfucker who is all “write something, we need content, jerk.” And when he says jerk, it really gets you.
So, I set out to not be a jerk. Which led to, hey, Plaxico Burress shot himself, it was kind of a big deal and he hasn’t been talking much in the media since then, you know? We figured, hey, we scoop that action, get the interview and at least five people will stop reading espn.com and get in on this interview.
It was set and I headed to New Jersey to sit down at a table with Plaxico, listen to him with a tape recorder and a writing pad. I was prepared for him to be a great guy painted wrongly by the media. Prepared for me to not give a damn about this and completely distort his words for the sake of penning this article.
He met me at the door to his home. It goes without saying that the place was large. It looked like the house that Tony Soprano lived in. Plax filled me in on that, “Yeah, you recognize this joint? Straight up, bought this plot of land, told a cat, ‘fill it out like that Tony Soprano number’ and he so did.”
He was, thankfully, wearing sweatpants when I arrived. I chuckled knowing that Plax was wearing sweats to the club that fateful evening of misfire. He spread his arms and let me pat him down. Since I have a law degree, I started referring to it as a Terry Stop and he started referring to it as “a white man who would get choked if he tried any funny stuff.”
