I don’t like to get too drunk on the road. I like to keep a half-assed clear head in case somethin’ comes up. Over in Portland, my partner and I were jumped by a couple of guys. Got us from behind. They had bicycle chains and were beatin’ us both on the backs of our heads. They picked the wrong guys to jackroll. We ain’t the type that gives up easy. Fought back with everything we had. Took some doin’. Nobody come out good, blood everywhere, but they run off.

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