tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877328304025412508.post4087399479910420577..comments2023-09-11T18:31:33.242+09:00Comments on The Ghost Letters: The Time I Almost Died in a FightJon Doehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479476856726492224noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877328304025412508.post-9799694700017567482011-05-11T12:29:31.371+09:002011-05-11T12:29:31.371+09:00Yeah, that was a drunken crazy night. I had a lot ...Yeah, that was a drunken crazy night. I had a lot of those kind of evenings back in West Virginia. <br /><br />Princeton was a fucked up town. Pill head city all the way. That dude was off his rocker. I am not sure what became of him after that night. I still have the scare on my forehead from that night.<br /><br />You are right, dirtbags are dangerous because they really do have nothing to lose.Jon Doehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04479476856726492224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877328304025412508.post-7333289010261830482011-05-11T10:37:02.673+09:002011-05-11T10:37:02.673+09:00Sounds like most of my J.H. H.S. days :)
Lucky yo...Sounds like most of my J.H. H.S. days :)<br /><br />Lucky you didn't fall on that knife. Life is a trip how events fall our way and when were that young it never even dawns on us. If that knife had found your neck or chest...even by accident in a stumble youd be dead and buried and forgoten by most except your family....glad this turned out like it did.<br /><br />Dirtbags got nothing to lose.....THAT's what makes them dangerous.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07729607733159641880noreply@blogger.com