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Ahh the sound of loud cracks of thunder in high winds.
I've met a crack head or two. They go from really scary to hilarious. I mean, they're incoherent and woe to you if you piss one off.
My friend used to work the graveyard shift at a convenience store. Sometimes I would sit with him to help him pass the time. Also my brother is a Sheriff's deputy in Columbia SC, which is a big crime city.
These are some experiences that I could do without.
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