Back before he went completely off the deep end (pre Jesse Scroggins letter), we met up to talk UT football. I hadn't met anyone in the end zone in person (this was back when JTrain was still around and I spent the majority of my time in there) and I knew I'd be traveling south soon. I asked if anyone wanted to meet up to grab a bite and maybe have a few beers. Many of them said they would love to if they were in the area, and no one objected to the entire idea at all. Kat can probably vouch for that. I think she was around. I was heading to Nashville to visit family, but they weren't going to be off work for a little while. Sab and I met at a Chinese buffet, had lunch, and then killed a 6 pack of PBR in his car (front seat, not back), while talking more UT football. Looking back, it was probably inappropriate, since I was only 18 at the time. That said, I started drinking at 15 or 16, so having a few beers was really no big deal in my mind. Once Sab went completely nuts, I defended him for a while. Then one day I tried to tell him to chill the **** out on everything he was doing. He got shitty, and I told him to **** off. Haven't been in contact with him since.
I think the Scroggins letter was before this, you were just naive. Chris Hansen wasn't there to look out for you
Is that when he wrote it or when it blew up? Didn't it get big a while after he wrote it? I turned 18 that august.
I appreciate your honesty. I don't remember any of this, it must have occurred during one of my sabbaticals.
It's very strange to me that a random guy in his late 20's early 30's would want to kill a 6 pack of PBR with an 18 year old he just met.
Went right in. Indy started fumbling around after that first Zima hit his lips. You know the signs.. "I'm so drunk." "I never usually get like this." "I'm feeling crazy today." Sab didn't even have to pull out his binder full of custom avatars he uses to seal the deal. Nope. Indy had already tucked his head into his thighs.