I have a friend that's a weasle. Well, a few that are. One is a lawyer in L.A. 'Nuff said.

The other guy always tries to make bets with us, when he knows the outcome. I remember the first time it happened. He had found out there was a Wizard of Oz, that came out a few years before the version we all know and love. So, at one of our poker games, he acted like he wasn't sure, but he once heard, there was another Wizard of Oz. We tell him he's wrong, and he says "I'm willing to bet $50. But, again, I'm not sure." (he won the bet)

If I'm sure about something, I don't bet my friends. My buddy Bill is always getting music things wrong. When Lay Lady Lay came on the radio, he asked who it was. When I said Dylan, he replied, "It can't be. It sounds nothing like him." I told him it was, and it was after a motorcycle accident and everyone wondered if it changed his voice.

He insisted on betting me. I told him he'd lose. He still wanted to bet, so I took his $10.

Another time, we were all making fun of him for liking Survivor (Eye of the Tiger). His girlfriend (now wife of 10 years), said "Does that band have any other hits?" He said they did, but couldn't name them at the moment. A few minutes later, the song Heat of the Moment comes on the radio. He yells, "There! That's another Survivor hit." I said, "That's not Survivor." He replied, "I'll bet ya $20 it is." I said, "Save your money. It's Asia." He then said, "Oh yeah. Gee, why didn't you bet me?"

The worst are when you bet meals. I bet my stepbrother a lunch a Fillipi's on a boxing match. I lost, and he ordered lasagne, garlic bread, and dessert. I wouldn't have minded this, but when I won a bet a month earlier there, he said "Do you want to split a pepperoni pizza?" And I did. I wished I would've gotten some damn spamoni.

My friend Judy (another lawyer), lost a lunch bet with me. I said it would be a hung jury in the Spector case. When we made the bet, I said "The winner gets to choose where we go to lunch." I even joked with her a few days later..."I'm craving Mr. A's."

Well, I offered her a ride to the airport, and she said "For doing that, we'll go somewhere nice, instead of the coffee shop I was going to take you to pay off that bet."

I reminded her of the rules. She didn't remember any of it. But, it didn't matter. We do some work together in La Jolla near PF Chang's, and that's where I wanted to go anyway.

I'll just be sure to order some dessert.