I hate that. I met him one time. He went to the same high school as me, but was about 13 years older. His aunt lived across the street from my grandparents and he had his viper there one day. I had to go over and see it and then thatās when I found out who he was. Wasnāt a very nice guy, but I was some grubby teenager wanting to check out his ride lol.
I saw him in Tuscaloosa when his son was camping about 6-7 years ago. He was walking around with one of those canes that would fold out into a chair, and when he wasn't moving about slowly, he was sitting on that chair. I don't know how he passed away, but the ravages of the game - and what he consumed to be competitive - had affected his quality of life.
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