Phil left us a few minutes ago. Probably for the best. When we visited him Thursday he wasnt responsive. I just hope he heard us when we were talking to him. I will just say this once more. Didnt anybody go and gorilla him out of any money. That was off the table. I seen him tell a big drunken tush-hog, 6'8 350 lbs, that was ****in up all the sucker action in a bar joint we were in, to hit the bricks outside, cause he had had enough of his tush act. Phil was 5'9."
He saved my life once when I had embezzled a mob hit man's cheese, and I had until the next day to pay it back. it was thousands. I only had about $200 left so there was really nothing left to do but take that duece to the race track. I spotted Phil, told him the story and gave him the $200 and told him to save me.
His first bet with mine was a $200 Quinella! Naturally he hit it, and went on from there. Did he win enough for me? I'm still alive aint I?
Beard