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Charlotte, North Carolina

Sit down. Gonna tell you a story about my Daddy. He nailed my hand to a stump in the woods and left me there with a knife, some flint, and a fox skull on a cold February morning when I was eight. 20 degrees. Fifty miles from my house. I came home four days later in a stretch Lincoln with whitewalls, $700 in my pocket, a scar on my cheek, and the prettiest whore in town on my arm. My daddy slapped the cigarette out of my mouth that day, son. He picked it up and threw it in the backseat of that car, and as I watched it burn he said, "Now you know what life's about, son." That whore later became the first female orthodontist in North Carolina. Amazing things happen when you embrace challe