Fess Parker One afternoon I was taking my girlfriend home after watching a double feature, and an intoxicated man ran into the back of my little 1921 Model T roadster. He pulled up beside me and cursed me out, and then I made the mistake of following him to his house. He cursed me again and stabbed me through my shoulder. I had twenty-some-odd veins severed, but I made him take me to the hospital. The good news was that I had been a Boy Scout and knew about pressure points, so I was able to hold enough blood in to get to the hospital. It affected me in the sense of, “How did I get into that predicament, and why did nothing really come of it?” So that’s why I decided to go to law school at the University of Texas at Austin.
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