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By the way, did you ever think your dad would be mistaken for a professional wrestler? I didn't. Having been a fairly lanky, scrawny, uncoordinated-above-the-wrists teenager, (my fingers were always fine), I sure didn't. In fact, I was a little taken aback when a stranger voiced the purported resemblance. Not so in the case of your R&TT associate, Satan (AKA Buck AKA Coogle) whom I chanced across in Catonsville last night for the first time. He looks every bit of the part, and then some. I pardoned myself and made a similar inquiry of him (specifically, whether he was a bouncer or wrestled professionally). "Well, no," he laughed. We got to talking and I soon learned he was a friend of yours. Small world, huh, especially among us big bald wrestler types? Anyway, Satan says "hi." I won’t mention to the folks down at St. Pius who you’ve been hanging out with over the summer.
[ d.richardson ]
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