Me and you and a dude named Lou

Ten years ago today, 1983 Heisman Trophy winner and former NFL star Mike Rozier was hanging in the early morning hours with one of his boys, Bart Merriel. According to what they told police, they were doing some serious drinking with this dude named Lou. They were hanging outside a club in Camden (Rozier is from Camden) and the story goes that everything was cool until suddenly for no good reason Lou whipped out a gun and started shooting. Just shooting in general, although mostly shooting Rozier. Mike took three bullets from old Camden Lou, two in the gut and one in the hand. Predictably, after that shit, Lou made himself mighty scarce, which was a little lame of him, but you see his point.

Now, that story might seem a little cockeyed to you, like there had to have been more to it that that, but trust us – we KNOW Camden Lou, and that’s probably exactly how it went down. That’s just how CLou like to do. He’s hanging with you, drinking with you, chilling with you, and he drops all this dynamite weed on your ass, gets you all stupid high, and then he’s all like, “yeah man, I DIG that Heisman trophy yo word” and then suddenly he’s got his gun out and he’s shooting the shit out of you and you’re like “damn Camden Lou what the fuck is this all about,” but before you can get a explanation out of the motherfucker he’s running down the street and you’re just laying there all shot. If we had a dime for every time he’s pulled a stunt like that, trust us, we’d be wearing diamond boxing gloves. And people, listen here - that’s why we here at No Mas have long endeavored to avoid the company of Camden Lou.