Harlow wrote:“So, what do you want me to do? You don’t want people behind you kissing your ass and being friendsies to deal with issues. I’m trying to take the opposite way with you and you still get mad! I fucked up, I admit, but it could’ve been worse. It wasn’t in front of a crowd and since it was after the game, you’d get cleaned up anyways.... Heard about Dramson in Winnipeg?”
Burgh’s mouth hung open, his face a mask of disbelief. “What? What the fuck does Dramson have to do with me and you?” he blurted.
“He ripped Kevin Malka’s ear off. Literally, bandage and all. And he just got a slap in the wrist. Mine was convoluted, but I don’t fucking…. harm people and tell it’s a prank.“
Um, what? This is the first I've heard of this.