Contract in Question. I Make It Clear.

Reggie, back away. This is not about you today. Find your own space and place to be. I will hold my boundary about living in an all white community/ world. Make your own world, and quick sappin off of me. I am polite and right, but you are predating and you need to find your own dreams separate of the NFL. Ruining me completely will no longer be a melody that he allows anymore. The good for me is the good for my team. I rest and stay away this week. Realms of hell are developing and will consume you fast enough if YOU do not act today to save your own career separate from me. I don't want your stupid PITY honesty. It is too late to apologize. You will be held responsible by your own community. You think that you have immunity because you hate them completely. That is just not true. Believing it will just leave you unprepared. At the Don Shula (former Miami Dolphins coach) event, I was serving at the silent auction and dinner, at the Marriot, for LGC. I was walking by these three good looking beefy guys, and I just remarked comically about their things that they had "won". Howie Long was the man with the little helmet. I joked about him getting it on his head. He IS a headshrinker, having to do with THERAPY, and then he understood what YOU were trying to do to Peyton. All items were Peyton's and Archie and Eli had stolen them from Peyton's room, actually. It was months after the Super Bowl. Howie now knows that I did not see him as he looks on tv to GUARD everyone present. EVERYONE there was of notoriety. I guess your invite was lost in the mail. No it was all white, Reggie. I changed them and their wives into normal society folks, as I did for the Pacers at the IN Rep. Theater ballroom. It is just military and then CIA, and then it guards how I describe and how these men get away, with honor and glory in their brains. In the end, it is natural for me. They were not ready to respect me. I would rather be seen as a hard worker, Reggie, rather than as a crack wh*** like you and your date where on that night of prophecy at Smokey Bones. YOU'RE FIRED, Reggie.