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yeah I suggested that the super-trooper go ahead and give me one. instead, the fascist took me into the back interrogation room, that they have at the DMV, and made me "follow his pen with my eyes". this was shortly after being ordered to "get 'that hair' out of" said eyes.
there's likely a very good reason why this dude was stuck behind an info desk for driver's licenses and not, say, out on the road, "busting longhairs" like he could before shooting that guy.
three things come out of texas: beers, steers and fear.
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