Gilbert Arenas recently did an interview with Esquire magazine. In the interview, he goes into detail on what led to him bringing in the gun to the locker room:
Over a game of five-card spades — we call it boo-ray. Javaris Crittenton was losing money. He jumped in the middle of a conversation between two other guys playing and I didn’t want to hear it no more. So I throw my cards down in the middle of the hand, tell them all, “I’m done. I’m getting on up.” Javaris is saying, “No, this is some street shit. Where I’m from, you gotta finish the game. My money’s on the line.” He and another guy say it’s a misdeal and they want me to match the pot. “You gotta pay that debt,” Javaris says, “or we gotta take it outside.” Take it outside? He said, We gotta fistfight. I start joking. I put on some music. Michael Jackson. “You wanna be startin’ something …” Everyone’s laughin’. He’s like, “Nah, nah, homey. This is real. You ain’t gonna joke with this. You owe me my money.” So I start to play “Beat It.”
It continues on the airport trolley. “We’re gonna have to fight,” he’s saying. I said, “Man, it’s snowing out there. I got on white Louis Vuitton shoes. If we get in a fight and one of my shoes falls off in the snow, I’m not gonna be able to find it. I’m gonna get frostbite. Before I get into a fistfight, I’ll burn your car.” He said, “You burn my car and I’ll shoot your knees.”
I had a big gun collection. About four to five hundred guns. The guy I bought it from was in his seventies. He’d been collecting them for years. He had First World War guns. I bought his whole collection and added to it. I didn’t need a license to keep them in my house. There was an officer who would come by and look out for them. The door was reinforced and a security system was set up
I put my four guns in my backpack so nobody could see them. I wrote the note: “Pick one.” Put the guns on a chair where Javaris would find them. I go in the training room where he was. I can see him — “What’s this? What’s this?”
“You said you were gonna shoot me in my knee. I’m giving you the guns to do it.”
“I don’t need you to give me nothing. I’ve got my own gun.” He pulls one out and puts the clip in.
From there, everything settled down. He goes into the Jacuzzi. You know what? I gotta warm my knee up anyway. I go in and sit with him. We’re just sitting in there talking. We didn’t have no problem. It was just some fun that got out of control.
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