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Originally Posted by Phobia
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But these stories aren't funny. They're sad. I'm not saying they're sad in order to be a judgmental prick about it. You said something about croaking in a previous post... that's not what I want. I think most of the last 50 posts or so have been out of concern for your well-being than busting your balls or judging you. Just for whatever it's worth. When is the last time you had a thorough physical?
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That story he told reminded me of my brother (who is a self destructive addict who has more than used up his nine lives). We were on vacation in Florida and we locked the keys to the house in the third story of this tower guest house on the property. My drunken brother scales the thing, using a shitty wooden trellis and hanging nearly head first at one point while 30 feet up from a flimsy ass piece of railing, dangling over concrete. If the shitty railing went, he was going head first from 30 feet up onto a hard surface. I remember thinking "this is how people die and vacations get ruined" as he was doing it. Luckily he survived. And we found the key.