Gilbert Arenas: 'I play with guns,' per Caron Butler's new book

When Gilbert put the money in his pocket, Javaris lunged over the table to grab him. Antawn Jamison, seated across the aisle, leaped up, shoved Javaris’s shoulder down on the table, and held it there with the full weight of his body while telling him to calm down. I got up and yelled “Hey, everybody shut the [expletive] up. How much was in the pot?” It was $1,100. Everyone could hear Gilbert and Javaris going at it as we rode along. “I’ll see your [expletive] at practice and you know what I do,” Gilbert said. “What the [expletive] you mean, you know what I do?” replied Javaris. “I play with guns.” “Well I play with guns, too.”...When I entered the locker room, I thought I had somehow been transported back to my days on the streets of Racine. Gilbert was standing in front of his two locker stalls, the ones previously used by Michael Jordan, with four guns on display. Javaris was standing in front of his own stall, his back to Gilbert...“Hey, MF, come pick one,” Gilbert told Javaris while pointing to the weapons. “I’m going to shoot your [expletive] with one of these.” “Oh no, you don’t need to shoot me with one of those,” said Javaris, turning around slowly like a gunslinger in the Old West. “I’ve got one right here.” He pulled out his own gun, already loaded, cocked it, and pointed it at Gilbert.