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Counter Punch

Published April 2, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

Counter Punch

Cartwright time traveled 16 hours.

Came to on the 10, slow poking the fast lane.

A low rider pulled upside and a wild-eyed neck tattoo flipped him off.

Dumb fuck followed in hot pursuit.

The dude was a Golden Gloves champ.

“He didn’t hit me that hard,” said Cartwright, “He just hit me a lot.”

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