I’m not gonna lie man. If I was a kid, & my friend used his entire body to shield me from bullets, I’d swear my unfettered loyalty to him for the rest of my days. My house would serve house. My sons would be the best men at his sons’ weddings.
There’s nothing scarier than talking to a guy who understands every nuance of the NBA salary cap rules and structure. They can’t be trusted. Dexter level stuff