what are you gonna tell me next, ‘I can’t move into the dorms?’
For those of you old enough to remember the Billy Clyde doldrums of yesteryear, chances are you recall his hasty hook for basically being an unfeasible killjoy…and of course, how funny he apparently found the whole thing to be. Chances are he’s smirking today, as Larry Vaught is sexting news that BCG and his former employer are close to sparking a buyout peace pipe to the tune of $3 million, and a pile of bricks. That’s right, UK, according to LV, is trying to take the man’s house as part of the buyout, with the likely plans of one day converting it into a parking structure. Think of it as UK’s way of saying, “We don’t care where ya go, but you gots to get the hell outta here…and don’t worry about packing, we want all your gear and the thoroughbred motif.”
With some of the stories that have surfaced since his dismissal, and coupled with the fact no contract was executed, anything more than a handshake and box of bourbon balls is in my opinion, a relative victory for The Smirk. He may have maintained faint hope for more, but a nice coup getting that unimaginative McMansion off his hands in this market, nevertheless.
I like to imagine a couple of UK associates strolling up to Gillispie’s door with a metallic briefcase stuffed with cash handcuffed to a wrist, a Greyhound ticket stamped for Abeline, the deed to the property and Alan Cutler.
Let this serve as the epilogue for the Billy Clyde chapter, and we certainly wish him the best in his search for a job, home, and more Ramon Harris’s.