Chapter 11: It Makes No Difference to Me
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One evening back in the summer of 99, I was walking to work when suddenly a car of well armed passengers drove by. Out of nowhere the crazy little ruffians shot me. Crazy Little Ruffians – band name? BAND NAME! I was a victim of a drive by super soaking. I was initially a bit annoyed, but I brushed it off. Instead of taking it personally, I just dismissed it as a bunch of teenagers who got their teenage kicks from super soaking random people. Maybe they just needed excitement, maybe they needed it bad. After all, everyone needs to have a hobby.
I was working the graveyard shifts at the Lucky Wilbury Sandwich Shop, which at the time was owned by your grandfather and grandma. A number of months later, while at work, I had a customer ask me if I knew I was in a music video. Later t...
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