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Several years ago in Dallas, TX, gangs would take a recruit for a drive with no lights on at night. The first car that flashed their lights at them became a target for a drive by with the recruit being the shooter. Not my choice.
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Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit, what a ride!"
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