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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Final Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 07:03:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[After hours of driving, and talking to a doctor about my ribs, which there was nothing he could do, I arrived at my home in Sacramento. Bev, looking like a fine ass Toni Braxton, ran out the house, screaming, as I approached the door. “Leo, something’s wrong with your son. He’s beating Sam with a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 9</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 06:02:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I floored it as she tried to unlock the door. Kicking her face with my right foot, I was losing control of the van, dodging on coming traffic. Cussing at me, she grabbed my right foot and tried to pull me out the passenger’s window. Now, looking like I’m playing Twister, my body was twisted [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 8</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:58:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We finally drove the van back to the gas station. All the while, I been trying to think of ways to get rid of this Redhead. Brute force clearly didn’t work, so I was was going to need some strategy and finesse. Suddenly remember that old man at the gas station. I stared at the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 7</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 21:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[After three tries, I got my son on the phone and immediately asked, “Are you okay?” “Yes dad. I’m not hurt.  I just don’t understand.  How come you can’t be my dad?” He then rambled on about everything he did wrong and what everyone was saying. “Stop, stop. I am forever your dad.  No ifs, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 6</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 21:22:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Someone said, “Real men don’t cry.” Did that man ever have to walk six and a half miles to a gas station with broken ribs? No, I don’t think so! But we finally made it to the gas station. Redhead held my hand inside the store, because she’s didn’t want me to run away. She [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 5</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 03:47:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Several miles later, Redhead is talking about how she was black listed from her successful family, as I emotionally kicked myself in the ass. She talked about her dreams to be a model to prove to her family she’s better, as I tried to imagine a life without my son and my wife. I&#8217;m not [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 4</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 08:59:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Click here for the previous story Thank God the police showed up.  Two officers stepped out the car, a black man and a white man, wearing pressed dark uniforms and clean cut.  I hoped that all I had to do was tell them the truth, which was hard to believe, and I’d be going home!  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 08:50:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[New to the story? Please start here from Story 1 It’s about 20 miles later, and that damn Redhead was still talking. She talked about some of the nastiest men slept with. I remembered I was trying to ignore this story about her sleeping with a homeless man with no teeth. But she slept with [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 06:35:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[New to the story? Please start here from Story 1 Click here for the Story 3 I took a few steps away from Redhead, who was standing behind me trying to hear the conversation. My wife, Bev, screamed over the phone, “Where the hell are you?” “I’m not sure.  All I know is me and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 16:41:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My wife is going to kill me, again.  By the way, my name is Leo Carroll.  I woke up today in the back of large van that smelled like Patron, BO, and vomit next to two nude, sleeping white fat chicks.  So my hairy, slim, caramel ass opened the back doors, and stumbled out the [...]]]></description>
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