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All I can remember is working with a guy named Jeff, and sitting out on the restaurant's patio after the shift ends. As we're sitting there, two genuine, pedigreed, licensed assholes pull up in souped-up japanese cars with all the goofy decals and weird rims and such on them. They both pull up to the intersection, start revving the engine at each other, Jeff turns to me, gestures to them, and just says "Cockfight."
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
---Friedrich Nietzsche
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