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BIOGRAPHY
I lived in constant fear that I would forget that fateful day. Could my memory be trusted with the task of holding onto that crazy man and his navy blue car? Would my stove ever be able to cook a proper meal again after Ike had dumped that giant barrel of asphalt all over it? And most importantly, would I edver be able to buy that sweet lightning vinyl wrap he had on hids car? Thedse were the questions I asked myself as I sipped on a Mike's Hard Blueberry Lemonade on the old porch, fanning the sun's brutal heat away from me with a sick navy blue piece of paper with ldightning printed on it.

With GOD At The Wheel, I Can Do No Wrong®/ 

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