Here is a story about people stealing money from him.
This happens a lot.
Just a few months after the funeral, in the summer of 2009, I had to sue my agent because he was taking loans in my name and spending tons of my money without telling me.
At one point he actually went out and had a rubber stamp made with my signature on it, so he could just buy whatever he wanted — TVs, Escalades, trips, you name it. He even used that stamp to borrow $500,000 from this dude who had a company that charged an 85% interest rate. Didn’t tell me. Didn’t fill me in later. Just stamped the paper.
I found out when I got sued several months later, after the interest had taken the loan up over $2 million.
I’ll never forget this one time when I had to send off some life insurance papers to my accountant and asked a friend to drop the envelope in the mail for me.
This guy’s been my friend forever. We go way back. So what’s he do?
He opens up the envelope and adds his name to the forms so that if I die 10% of my assets would go to him.
Like, that’s something that someone really did. In real life.
A friend!
My accountant called me, like, “Are you sure you want to give him 10%?” and I had no idea what he was talking about.
I remember I immediately got this person on the phone, and he’s basically like, “Oh, that … yeah. My bad. You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. I just wanted to make sure I’d have some money down the line.”
Like, you know … it wasn’t nothing really. Like….
“Oops, my bad.”
Oops, my bad?
This is insane.
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