A little background on T. He has had a rough year. I cannot even count how often I have heard him say, "Hey brother. Yeah, I am going through a divorce. Thanks, but I should have seen it coming - I mean she has been married seven times. She said I have a drinking problem...Alright, talk to you later. You are a gentleman and a scholar!"
It was the day after Christmas, T was taking a personal call at his desk which is not unusual. Normally, the conversation turns wildly inappropriate for a phone call at work, especially within earshot of 7 other people. This one was pretty normal compared to a normal call. "Yeah, it was a good Christmas. We had some family stuff - all my daughters except one were around. [I speculate it was there was meth rehab involved for the missing daughter...or related to the blackmail.] Then, I had a lady friend come over earlier in the day, then another friend later. Well, then we had a gathering with the people from the hafshouse...[I think he said halfway house but I might be wrong]. I just walked over to get some coffee and this guy from the meeting ask if he could ask me a question. Man, we ended up talking for about an hour and a half. This guy has some serious issues."
Really? That guy has issues? He must have some serious sh*t going down.
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