Faith And Fanaticism In South's Football God

lessee. . .i was 15 the first time a punk tried to shoot my face off. i've faced down angry crowds. i've stared down attacking dogs. when cars came at me as if to run me down, i turned around and walked straight towards them. i'm here; they're not.



when i told them to chop off my right leg (diabetes), my mood and expression weren't changed one iota. don't epecially love the fact that my left foot's a goner, too, but it could be worse.



don't recall any fear. not about something that inconsequential.
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