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Glad my prayers healed you Chance.

They let you get hurt Technically, what the guy did (plugging the exhaust) did not hurt him. He hurt himself by letting metal shavings get in his eyes when he was fixing the exhaust.

actually the guys cousin called Julie a cunt, that is when I got involved. so technically speaking she shouldnt of started shit with Julie.

This is not my first enemy, shit several years back I watched the final episode of the Sopranos for the season, was thinking fuck I want some clam chowder! so I headed off about midnight to hit the grocery store and get some, Iwalked out to my car and was heading through the parking lot.I woke up on pavement, horrid pain in my head blood and missing teeth. my wallet still in my pocket, my grocerys in the bag next to me. Some fuck that knew me happen to see me walking and happened to have a bat or pipe in his car and as I came between cars took a shot and cracked me. bad mistake, video survelience ya know. He went to jail, I got friends in jail, he got hurt, he got out, he got hurt again where no cameras could save his ass after the fact.Iv said it a million times, I dont worrie about me, anything anyone does to meIll square it later on and if I cantI got friends that will.

your prayers only worked if thyey were given at teh church of unsupervised!Dantek, Mr U, AW, thanks for thinking of me, trust me when I die, it will be on the news! You will know about it, some asshole that died ona winter sumit bid for McKinely alone, or finally had enough of traffic and turned his truck into on coming traffic with guns blazing out the windows, or maybe in news of the wierd "Man Dies in Sleep From his own anal leakage!"Thnks for the thoughts, Im fine, a bit fucked up, but really none the worse for wear.Rad, they didnt know he did shit, they knew he parked, walked down the street knealt down at my truck, walked away a couple seconds later, headed down the street some more and turned the corner. his truck was there, next time they looked it was gone. when I left it was about 1030 at night. I had not been there all day, infact noone had. We had been in salt lake and got back about 10, I unloaded my moms shit, and went to take off, it rocked the windows, my mom thought someone had finally gotten a chance to shoot me, came running out, as did anyone else that was home that friday night. It took 10 minutes to get people to leave me alone, I heard it, I thoguth I had been shot as well, buckled the bottom of the bed of my truck when the muffler blew. I kept looking watitn got see blood or feel the burn that comes before the pain when your shot. I waspleasantly suprised when noen of hta happened.

Jeez, Chance, that all sounds like what I spend my days helping these kids avoid! I could hook you up with an hour session a week. Pro bono! At any rate, I'm glad you're doing well.

4 times Iv been to court ordered anger managment courses, no offense to your trade, but I think itsall bullshit.You ever peek into a class? 6 weeks of workbooks to tell me to not hang around my friends and to call a friend if I get mad to help calm me down.Im no kid, and I dont do teh gang shit, but people fuck with me or mine...

I don't think learning to manage anger in less destructive ways is bullshit. I think the way a lot of people try to "teach" it might be though. Too many people who are "teaching" anger management have too much of a fear of anger itself. You have to honor anger and let it have its place before you can control it.Nonetheless, I still think you're a cool cat.

i always thought of chance as a bulldog, or maybe a stampeding elephalionagator with a thorn in its dick