You Steal My Jacket? Blood In Your Face!
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FEBRUARY 7, 2011
At some point, I remember we met with a young Albanese guy who was at the medical school in Romania. As drunken as I was, while negotiating with my Albanese friend, who was even drunker than me, I realized this was a dead end. A few days later I got a phone call from one of my drinking buddies. Blaming never works.
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