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Upon graduation from high school, still living at home with Mom and my sister and not sure what my next step would be, I was out with some friends from high school. We were riding around and it was near 1am in the morning. We had been smoking pot, but it was time to go home. They were on their way to dropping me off at Mom's.
Meanwhile, my mother, who at this time owned her own bar, had my sister in the middle of the front seat of her Oldsmobile 88 while her current man of the day, Bob, was on the far side. Mother, I was later informed, was trying to get home as quickly as possible before he 'blew up'.
Unfortunately, she didn't make it there before the inevitable explosion.
As my friends turned the corner through the last signal light on the street leading toward my mom's house, I saw the '88 sitting at a 45 degree angle, front end kicked in about a foot or more, and as we pulled past the abandoned car, a hole in the passenger side front windshiel
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