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for some reason i become a complete imbecile when i'm in america. i forget basic rules, such as not to go behind the counter to get my own cigarettes. i did that in ohio and was told i was lucky the bloke who owned the shop (who really did look like james hetfield) didn't shoot me.
i came out of a blockbuster video and went to my friend's car and got in. only it wasn't my friend's car, it was somebody elses, and i sat there for about thirty seconds while this woman and her kids just stared at me until i got out. again i was told afterwards i was lucky they didn't shoot me.
things like that never happen to me in england but, for some reason, the minute i cross the atlantic and consume alcohol i just become ridiculously lacks.
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