Along with his vast vault, Walker has lost all of his mansions, all of his luxury whips, all of so-called friends, all of his flunkies, all of his extended family members who used to eat off his contracts and, most of all, he lost his ghetto-fab glam wife-to-be, Evelyn Lozada, who left skid marks trailing from his bankruptcy hearing and eventually landed, temporarily, on the cushion provided by Chad “Ochocinco” Johnson.
Walker’s brain is burning from all the memories of a chauffeured-limousine life poking at his skull like hot needles: visions of him hanging with icon Michael Jordan in gambling casinos; of staying in five-star hotels; of paying for the airfare and lifestyle of all his family members and friends; the tailored suits and designer girlfriends; of being recognized and fussed over in every NBA city.
Today, the heavy burden of being famous and insanely rich to now being completely broke and in the crosshairs of creditors has been so oppressive, so painful that the 6-foot-10 former NBA All-Star for the Boston Celtics poured the contents of his bleeding soul onto Twitter.
You can almost feel the abject pain in the tweets. Take a look at what he had to say and then check out what some of the respondents countered with — some of them sympathetic, some callous and some brutally honest.
Flip the e-page to see how folks responded to Walker’s naked honesty.
