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I was 19, and doing what I always did. I went out to Main Street with T-bone. T-bone brought a few of his friends that night to. The goal, SCORE! That was always the Main Street goal. First a few of us put some high quality pop-off into a few 20 oz bottles of Mountain dew and started walking.
The taste of Mountain Dew was quite minimal, due to T-bone wanting to get so plastered he couldn’t walk. Well of course, we ended up in our favorite hot spot at the end of the night, ‘The Diner.’ and of course none of us scored! Feeling down, we ordered some Grubb-age and hoped for a miracle. (more…)





