Two nights ago, on Halloween, DMX borrowed a mop from an employee at a Waffle House in Greenville, S.C. He then mopped the floor.
“I was in a good mood and felt that I would do that for him since it was 4 a.m. and [the employee] had been working all night,” X said.
Then he rode off into the night on a four-wheeler, barking softly at the encroaching dawn.
That's not true. But it is true that if you click to that second image you can experience the visual pleasure of Earl Simmons mopping a floor. What's really good is that these aren't mugshots. Simmons needed this.
Remember: "The minute you get too big to mop a floor or wipe a counter, that’s the exact minute you have life fucked up." — DMX