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The best winter day was the night I came out of work late and the entire passenger side of my car was covered in an ice sheet. Being an Eagle scout, I pee'd on the lock to open the door. Had to rev the engine to great the tires free from the ice. Then it was clunk, clunk, clunk, all the way home, looking out my side window to see my way home. I think it was like 4 degrees by that time.
Why is that the best winter? It's the moment I decided to move to Phoenix. I was out of there the next week. No job, no home, no nothing. I'd had enough of that shit.
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