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How to know when you're getting too goofy on the green You know you're a golfing fanatic when there is a suspicious looking dent next to the cat flap from the last time you "put the cat out." If this sounds all too familiar, read on to find out whether you're one iron short of a set or if you can still escape the fairway unscathed!
Life's unfolded in such an unbelievable and downright bloody way that I reckoned I'd spin a tale ok? Now, have you ever watched a police show on TV, or caught a movie that had you wonder "Hey, there really can't be folks out there like that. Folks don't do those things. Shoot! Some beer bellied, pipe-smoking author or screen writer dreamed them up. Ain't no real live hoods, or crooks like that, is there? Well, amigo, I grew up in Texas, around folks who rode, roped and branded, understand? I got away from that in my teens and began stealing cars and burglarizing homes and small businesses. I ended up in various Texas city and county jails, even pulled a quarter of a year behind bars for one offense. I never served any "hard time" but I had amigos who did, so I walked the walk and talked the talk and no one messed with me. Then I had a drunken car wreck, broke my neck (a hangman's break). I spent five and a half months in a coma and the Lord God messed with me. So here I am and here's my story. Gary Lee Berry