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Did I ever. I got chased down by a drunk driver that later said he was having flashbacks from Vietnam. He actually ran me over. Front tire went over my left shoulder and totally destroyed it, and back tire went over the middle of my lower back, fortunately no lingering problems there. No, I wasn't wearing one of those rice paddy hats. No, I am not asian. This dude just flipped and came pretty close to killing my ass. That was in 1990. Three shoulder surgeries and a bunch of bolily scars later, I am fine. If I ever see that Mfer again, I will nicely invite him in the nearest bar for a beer. Then take him to the bathroom and go midieval on his ass. But am I bitter, no, not really.
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