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USG'60
A cop wondered onto my place of business on a Saturday morning back in the early 70s "to see if I was still alive." He had been doing security at the Canadian Club and I had been drunk and alone and seemingly trying to "get into it" with a lot of people. At some point he had determined where I worked before I left and he could not imagine that I had gotten to my car without being attacked. I know how bad the place was but I had gotten drunk before going. I only had tiny little memories of the night before and was kind of greatful that he was concerned enough to check on me. I don't THINK I ever did it again. God, I was lucky.
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