October 12, 2002
I received a call from David's witch of a sister-in-law, Linda, who demanded that half of the money resulting from the sale of the house should go to their family. She advised me to quietly cut a check, without fanfare, or she would create a spectacle and take me to court. I responded, "I'm gay, I love a good spectacle, so take me to court, you fucking cunt," and hung up on her. Little does the bitch know MY paycheck paid the mortgage, David's paid the groceries. If she still wants it, I'll happily regurgitate on her slimy, mean-spirited head.