Erik Aude- It wasn’t about the money. It was about the principle….

So i’m having a poker game, and alls good, when some ass nugget who owes me 700, but only 400 of it is his and the other 300 is this 18 year old skuzzbag whom he shouldnt even be hanging out with in the first place, but vouches for, so i put that on him.
He decides he’s not gonna pay me anymore because he feels cheated by how the economy has gone and that he shouldnt have lost that much in the first place, and that gay porn is extremally expensive these days. He tells me he’s not gonna pay me and that’s final. This is all over text, so i call him, but he wont answer. I’m cool with people that owe me money, and i work with them on paying me back. But this guy really got under my skin. So i have some harsh words with him and call his bluff on how he says he can kick my ass and whatnot.

This guy cant kick my ass. He’s about 150 Lbs. over weight and smokes every 5 minutes, and just was dealt a every bad beat possible as far as looks and health go by God. So i’m not worried, I’m never worried. But he starts rattling his mouth off on how he’s gonna have me jumped by all his friends and get every Armenian he knows to come and settle his debt for him on my face. It goes way beyond the money and goes into principle.

So he’s like, meet me mothafucka, and my friends are gonna jump you blah blah blah. I’m excited. I get to battle….

So i vest up and mace up and get an off duty cop whome owes me a favor to come and just keep things fair, but he knows not to interfer unless i drop the safe word “Blue Unicorn”. Now I’m gonna go into a little flashback here. I’m a bad ass mofo. Besides all the Pakistan Prison showers, and a mother that loved to mace me for finding the keebler elf fudge cookies in the pantry, i used to work the front door at some of the worst nights in Hollywood.
Fighting drunk idiots 4 on 1, 8 on 1, one time i walked to my motorcycle and 17 or so guys whome i wouldn’t let into the club waited for me to get off and thought they were gonna kick my ass. I maced every single one of them and walked, key word “Walked” to my bike. So i’m on my way to where this guy tells me him and his armenian friends are waiting for me, but i’m calling his bluff all the way to the river on this one.
He’s 28, but he hangs out with an 18 year old.^^ I doubt he has alot of friends to begin with and definitly not anyone willing to take a break from playing wii for the night to jump at the split instant to come and defend his debt with me. Just in case i’m wrong, i’m gonna hit first and catch em off guard. I dont give a fuck how many there are. Someones gonna remember me for the rest of their live and another guys gonna walk with a limp for at least a week.
I’m collecting my debt on his ass, that’s for sure. I get to the park where he wants to meet me and he claims his wife found his phone and threatened to leave him if he shows up. Very convenient in my opinion. He says she’s gonna make him pay me and that’s that, but it wasn’t about the money. It was about the principle, and now i feel even more pissed that I was threatened, stepped up, went to where he claimed he had a group of friends willing to fuck me up, and then he’s not even there.

I feel robbed…

Sure i want my money back, but i wanted to get my ass kicked tonight, and he robbed me of that. If he had of just said ” I’m a fat fuck and i’m lazy and broke, and i’ll get it to you when i can” all would’ve been good. But he’s claiming armenian mafia and 13 days at juvi starting milk and cookie riots and K Cal Kids Crew and whatnot, and i’m irritated. Just pay your debts you deadbeats. And dont hang out with a grifter by the name of ARAZ or his Robin like sidekick David Abuelyan. Both are fans of Miley Cyrus and can beat Guitar Hero on Medium, and neither one of them will ever amount to anything other than Date Line Christ Hansen how to catch a predator celebs. Fucken Poker.

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