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-Gunner After having breakfast with Blair and Alex, I headed over to the clubhouse. When I left, Blair was working on trying to get a hold of Alex’s father so he could come to get him so she could go to work today. If you ask me, I thought the guy was a piece of s**t. From what I had seen, the guy finds reasons not to be with his son and then gets mad when Blair steps in and takes care of things. But I didn’t know the whole story, so really, who was I to judge. But as I pulled into the parking lot outside the clubhouse, it was hard to be neutral about my take on this guy. Sitting out in front of the clubhouse was his car. He was leaning against the driver’s door talking with Snake, our prospect, and didn’t look all that happy. As I climbed off my bike, the guy looked over and glared at me