05-03-2009, 10:18 AM
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"Ask him!"
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Vince Russo
From Chapter One:
My mother was a spanking woman. Often she would take me and my brothers out back and beat us up, one-by-one, using a large frying pan to leave our bottoms red and sore. Then we would get hot chocolate and TUMS for a snack. My Uncle brought us a dog one weekend. It was the happiest weekend ever and we played with that dog until his paws were red and sore. Mother hit him with the car on Easter Sunday. She kissed me and said she was sorry, and gave me hot chocolate and strips of bacon. She was a loving woman.
With my dog dead, there was nothing else left for me in the world but the glorious call of writing for professional wrestling. At the age of fifteen, I left home with a bag over my shoulder, not knowing where the future would take me, but knowing it would take me to the WWE.
I then developed a severe addiction to huffing gasoline from trucks and smoking used cigarette butts out of ashtrays.
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