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one night I was in back of Hairy Mary's (the local punk rock music venue-now defunct :R.I.P.)smoking the stickiest if the icky, which undoubtedly had as much to do with my poor decision making as any alcohol I had consumed, when I suddenly felt the need to impress those around me with my physical prowess. There was a church next door that had their backlot fenced with a 8 ft. security fence complete with three stands of barbed wire angled out. Having noticed the bars A.C. unit next to the fence, I told my friends that I could get over the fence without touching it. As I expected they assured me I was not capable of such a feat, and having sucked them into my trap I cleared those standing by the A.C. unit out of the way. I ran up to the A.C. unit and jumped on top of it like a step and then bounded up in an attempt to clear the fence. They say depth perception is often comprimised by THC and booze, I can attest to that fact. As I swung my arms up toward the sky they slipped between the 2nd & 3rd row of barbed wire. My arms caught on the barbed wire right at the inside of the elbows of both arms with a barb for each of them as well as a row of barbs across my stomach which stopped any remaining momentum. Needless to say no was impressed by anything they saw with the possible exception of a high pain threshold, which was a result of the weed & beer that had helped me covince myself I could do such a preposterous feat. I later came to realize that had I cleared the fence I would have been forced to climb back over & probably have gotten as injured as I already was.
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I don't hate people, I just like it better when they're not around. -Charles Bukowski
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