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Oh, more stories here. I hung out with Mitch Mills, Mike's younger brother, who is immensely talented as well, (he later played in Atlanta band Three Doors Down, not to be confused with Three Walls Down) one weekend in Statesboro when he was visiting this total madman I used to know named Tom G (last name removed). A few months after that, Tom and he and my girlfriend and I went boating together down in the Georgia Marshes in Glynn County near Brunswick. That weekend was the first time I ever saw cocaine in the flesh, although neither I or my girlfriend did any of it.
Years later, I was doing it in the Ga. Bar after hours with Mike, Michael and the bar owner.
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