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He told me about how he came to a razor blade in his hand and his wife all cut up with blood slipping from the gashes i wondered what his current wife thought about his past he was always telling stories about those days on the street blacking out finding himself in another part of the country about how he was attacked by a drunk in california and got saved by some narks who lived in the same building and there was always that edge lying beneath the surface that anger waiting to break but he never turned it on me he just talked about the way things used to be knowing better than to plan the future.... © 1996 Oberc