SI
They had a fruit jar full of bad whiskey. He got about drunk, ran into a stretch of bad road at a high rate of speed, threw me against the top of his car and injured my head. I am not over it yet.

	“I quit the road in 1924. My last trip was from Raleigh, N. C. to Harrisburg, Penn. and return. I have made my home in Raleigh ever since. Done settled down, too oie to ramble anymore.~‘
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