Mickey Black

P Diddy and his male escort were naked and covered in baby oil when his girlfriend overdosed on GHB and started seizing on the floor. They tried to grab her. She kept slipping out of their hands. “We need to call an ambulance.” Diddy said “do you know who I am? We can’t call an ambulance.” They shoved her in a shower. She went unconscious. He locked the door. They sat in that $300 Holiday Inn for eight hours waiting to find out if she was dead. His name is Clayton Howard. He’d been sleeping with Cassie for six years. Diddy watched every session from a corner with a baseball cap pulled over his face. Clayton didn’t know who he was for the first two years. He thought Diddy was a pimp. In the video below he describes that night the way a night shift worker would describe finding someone collapsed in the parking lot. No panic. Just the order things happened in. Cassie dumped GHB powder out of a medicine jar. Diddy told her twice it was too much. She said she was fine. She jumped on Clayton, started tearing his clothes off. Thirty seconds later Diddy said something’s wrong. Clayton told him to chill. Then she stood up and started seizing. Clayton put her in the shower. She passed out cold. Diddy refused to call 911. They sat in that Holiday Inn for eight hours. Talked about sports. Asked each other about their kids. She was unconscious on the bed the entire time. At sunrise Clayton put her in the shower again. She woke up. He climbed out the second floor window and shimmied down the side of the building because Diddy was afraid the paparazzi would see them leave through the lobby. He bought Pedialyte from a corner store and came back. Was Cassie the one person in that room Diddy couldn’t control, or the one person who proved he never had to?