Sunday, November 25, 1990. 11:35 P.M.“Ron set me up on a date.”—thick, revolted grunt—“A f*****g date. He and Kelly told me to come over for dinner but neglected to tell me they had also invited one of her single female friends. f**k him. I told him I was trying to get over someone and then he does this? I asked him why and he said, ‘I’m your brother, I’m just looking out for you, and besides, you need to get back into the saddle again.’ The saddle, Sully, like I’m some f*****g cowboy or something.”—deep stuttering breath—“I felt so betrayed. A few days ago, he asked me why I was so mopey, and I told him I’d just broken up with someone really important and that I’m very upset about it. He said he was sorry and then a few days later he tells me to get back on the horse? I couldn’t even stor
