Originally posted by skilspaydabills
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I'm sitting up in bed, and watching some guy named Buster Douglas pound on my beloved Mike Tyson. I couldn't believe what was happening.
And then Tyson floors him. Whew, close call. But no. Douglas is back up and gets back to whupping Mike's ass.
Mike gets KO'd. I go to sleep choking back tears.
THE NEXT MORNING, I wake up still depressed and turn on the TV and Nelson Mandela had just been released from prison. All of the South Africans were dancing in the streets. It was all too much.
I bawled like a baby.
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