Wednesday, March 16, 2011

It's late at night & I'm at home in the living room w/ Susannah & Sofia when there's a knock on the door. I turn on the porch light & try to look through the door but can't see exactly who it is. I open the door w/ some trepidation & Brad Rust walks in (though he is 7' tall and super-thin). "What do you want?" He asks me tersely, "Just tell me what you want." I ask him what he's talking about & he's tells me it's about the $500 I gave him to play (and which he lost). I tell him that since we never discussed going halves on it, it's a loan. He turns & storms out & I go out after him, telling him to stop. "Can I ask you a question?" I say twice. He's pissed at me and starts berating me about betting into him & taking a big pot from him when he was up. I ask him "At what point did you think we were in halves? All you had to do was text me and ask." We're making so much noise on the porch that Ben Medley comes out to calm us down.

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