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My old man was killed in a car wreck when I was 5 years old, SOB was drunk hit a viaduct wall at well over 100. Killed him and his passenger instantly.
Of course I didnt learn, when I had problems I wrecked my own car and crashed my Harley twice. Thank the Gods I never killed anyone and believe me I dont do it anymore.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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