You know, every now and then I tell you that I got these stories from my past that make

me cringe and it hurts my heart and my brain to even remember them.

What makes it even worse is that we've been doing this together long enough.

I'm like, I tell them that horribly embarrassing thing about myself yet or not.

Well, now it's going down twice.

So here we go.

Hopefully my recollections are the same from the last time I told you if I did.

One time as a kid, I was appointed to oversee my younger two siblings at our house in Fort

Collins, Colorado.

My parents went and did something and my brother slammed his hand in a big heavy sliding

glass door.

I don't remember how it happened.

I don't think it was anything malicious to just say it happened and it was ugly.

It was pretty bad.

But I had already gathered some coins that I had been saving up and I intended to go

down to the local King Supers.

That's the grocery store there in Colorado and I was going to get some gum and some different

treats.

I really wanted to do it and I was like, uh, well, that looks bad, but I'll get him some

gum too.

And that's how I justified it.

So I went down to King Supers and I got some gum and I came back and in the interim,

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