Long story short, I was within striking distance of Diddy last night but did absolutely nothing I always told myself I would if I ever got the chance to yell in his ear. He was hobbling around with a cane(?) and flanked by only two bodyguards, and yet I still couldn't find the gumption to tell him that I think he backstabbed Shyne and has sullied Biggie's memory. Argh! In my defense, his attendants probably had guns.