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Wow, what can I say? My only hope is that I can bring a smile to everyone's face with some of my KGB memories. It seems that everywhere I went in Jacksonville, I saw the crazy guy. And he taught me well. See, cause everytime I saw him in a bar or club, he had a beer in each hand. And I would ask "Hey KGB, who's that other beer for?" And he would always get that goofy smile of his and say "Me" He would then expound and say "See, if you you get two at a time, you only have to tip once" I know alot of you can relate. I last KGB in Palatka for the generic hash. We were all riding jet ski's and KGB lost his shorts while riding the tube and just said "fuck it. I'll get 'em later" That to me is the essence of the man. |