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He doesn't do well with happy-hour ops.
The only other time this happened was enroute home from a sound job, when he went so off the rails he stopped the car telling me to get out somewhere far from home base.
I did.
A bit later he swung around and returned, to continue his rant. Locals must have called the cops...who showed up by the second time he swung back, screaming, telling me to get in the car.
>the sheriff spoke to us both, separately.
Understanding what I explained about the glitch that night at the venue, besides my calm composure explaining that my b-in-law was Not going to hurt me, the sheriff was cool...I got into John's car, at which point the sheriff escorted us all the way OUT of his county.
Haha.
Back at his house in The Boondocks, while sitting outside, I finally found a company willing to transport me to my home 35 miles away if I decided I needed it, from a taxi service 35 further miles away for $120 to my home.
Soon after, John comes outside and blew me away...apologizing; almost in tears he was.
>GOD HAD HIS SAY
We hugged, and til this evening, neither one of us has ever come close to remembering that night.
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I guess my point is this: tensions exist, but love and good will remains a stronger option.
Yes...he is an asshole at times (oh, boy, is he), but he knows he is and is willing to laugh about it WHEN it's handled in good faith.
I had a lot of practice with Ronnie, who grew to cherish those diffusions.
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If only our world would so easily diffuse its problems, we'd all be in a better place.
Kekekek.