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Once in Austin I learned how to become invisible.
That generous man of my brother in law took us to a barbecue place the other side of the railroad, just in front of a crack house. Middle of the night. You eat your meat, quite good by the way, on a table in the porch, helping yourself with old newspapers. A neat place. No beer. So I crossed the street to the gas station. A low car is there with huge shadows inside. An old man walks away with his paper bag. One of the shadows gets out of the car, picks up the old man by the back of the neck, lifts him up and swing him gently untill coins come out, no words. He lets him down and shuffle away with his paper bag.
I became invisible, got my six pack, payed and went back to finish the meat drink my beer, smoke a few and tell the story.
Will power.
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