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I once broke a store window because the guy wouldn't sell me cigarettes. I'd had a really bad night the night before and I was feeling like crap. I went into the store and joked »do you have any automatic weapons?« The guy then refused to sell me anything. I was pissed. He brandished a baseball bat at me. I yelled, »die motherfucker,« went outside and punched the window with my fist. It hurt like hell and made a spiderweb design on the glass. I ran, followed by a bike messenger, but managed to hide out in a bookstore for a few hours. For several years after that, I always felt great trepidation every time I walked past that store.
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