BRANDON O'REILY: Arnie and I walk back out. He's asking me the whole time what the fuck. And I dunno what the fuck. I got nothing to say. And I can tell by the way he's starting to shout that this ain't gonna go well. Very least, he's gonna tell the others that either I'm too scared or too much of a pussy or some other bullshit. That I can't do this anymore. I tell him to shut up and walk up front so he don't get any ideas. I can tell he's nervous, like he don't trust me no more. And I dunno... maybe he's onto something. Just might be...