Sure enough, an hour later, I get the call.Īce, what happened over there? I mean, did you know that guy you threw out was with me? You fucking faggot! Do you know who you're fucking with? You know who you're fucking with? Huh? Do you? You fucking faggot! Do you know who you're fucking with? Huh? Do you? I want you vacate this guy off the premises, and I want you to exit him off his feet and use his head to open the fucking door. You want to do me a favor? You want to take your feet off the table and put your shoes back on?

Sir, would you mind taking your feet off the table and putting your shoes on, please? What's he think this is, a goddamn sawdust joint?

Tell him to take his fucking feet off the table. I don't give a shit who he's connected to.