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RipitRon wrote:

Mine was the demolition of my Knee while playing football at USC. Not only was my life, dreams over but I never saw a team mate, a coach, a athletic director. This is the worst time of my life, and for 18 months I realized that I was alone and I could rely on nobody but myself too get out. So I spent the next 18 months doing Drugs, getting drunk and bedding women for sport. Man I loved those 18 months!!!!

Wow, that story gave me goose bumps. Seems like life has treated you well since then?

 

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Growing up in the 60's and early 70's. All that happened during those tumultuos years and everything I did. The people I hung with, the college I attended, the music, the freedom of expression, Kent State, Watergate, drugs, Woodstock. Some good, some bad, but it definitely made me who I am today.