>"At the back alley, Kevin never gave us his real name," recalls Tyrone B., who played with Nash regularly at a Detroit establishment called 'Club Zesty'. "We sort of knew he was a big guy (for you), but that never came up in conversation: we just knew him as 'Ace of Spades' or 'Big Ace'. Nash's nickname owed to his preference, well known around the streets of Detroit since his lubeless initiation in 1992, of bending over in front of black men and making his asshole talk, Ace Ventura style. "Excuse me," he would grunt while spreading and shuttering the meat of his buttcheeks open and closed in cadence with his words, "I would like to 'ASS' you a few questions", he would growl at black men right behind him. And on nights when he wasn't overpowered by 14-21 dudes, the negotiations would start and go from there cuz once he realized what he had and had to offer, he stopped fucking for free. No stranger to getting boinked by black boys, friends and all the homies say Nash liked it rough, tender, loving, primal; even if asphalt scrapes, cigarettes and joints being extinguished on his scrotum and glutes, and copious amount of BBC cream-pies mixed with bloody bum-bum would frequently occur over many nightly encounters and visits. He was a fixture in back alley and clubs whenever the Piston's were in town, especially the Harlem Globetrotters or MC Hammer touring, and zesty niggas remember him as a man who didn't resist much, but was always willing to lay back and accept whatever was being dished out by the bruthas catching him in a frisky mood with his stringy-chicken legs all spread eagle in the air and his asshole waxed fresh like the best pizza you can get in town: Hot 'n Ready." -from wolfie's dad, Al "King Kong" Lundy's new book KWAB Nights: The Untold Story of Ass Rape in America's Back Alleys (2025), p. 90. Its REAL.
