"Eventually, he asked me to leave...said he was really tired and had to get some sleep. I told him I'd rather stay, because I was too drunk to drive.
"Well, he didn't want me to stay. We got into a big argument over it, a real shouting match.
"Finally, he seemed like he was giving in. He was still pissed, but he said he didn't care whether I stayed or not, as long as I stayed outta' his way. I laid down on the couch and he turned all the lights off and went upstairs. I thought everything was okay.
"I should've known better.
"Just when I was starting to relax, Tom came back downstairs. He just walked over to me, right to the couch, not saying anything. I asked him what he wanted...and he pulled a big knife out from behind his back.
"He started waving the knife at me, and he told
