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Back in the 70's I had a part time job parking cars at Scarlett O'hara's (Disco a long time ago) on Southwest Trafficway by the Plaza. Seems that a guy who was a non-caucasion had attempted to gain entry into the bar but was denied by Joey, the doorman. (Joey, guy with 28" biceps who, like all the "management" had strong family ties with folks from Italy).
Anyway, it must of pissed off the guy who was trying to get in cause a few minutes later I see this ball of fire come flying across SW trafficway and hit the front of the building and explode in flames.
So, like a dumbshit, I walked out onto the sidewalk and was looking over where the bomb came from when I turn around and see Joey and the other "management" folks holding a variety of guns while I'm right in the middle of it.
That was the "Oh $HIT" moment as I dove back into the parking garage and hid behind a concrete barrier while the bullets flew around.
The other time was when we were driving down I-70 and pop over a hill to see one of those orange signs saying: "Narcotics checkpoint ahead".
Oh $hit!!!
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