
I suspect Old Knudsen was hustled for one of his pensions as the guy at the front who I called Derek all night was obviously a pro. Old Knudsen did win a few times. The glare of the Southern Callyfornian morning burned his eyes as he staggered home with a small bag of egg rolls and some sweet and sour sass.
Home to sleep off a thumping headache . If only he knew what danger awaited him in his bed.
Tune in at eleven tonight to find out what.