I was once shot in the neck, and the paint splashed up under the mask and covered half of my face. As I walked out at the end of that round there was a group of girls, maybe 12 or 13 years old, who were being given the safety talk. The look on their faces as they saw my orange face will stay with me forever.
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one of them managed to get me right near the mouth. that stuff tastes terrible!
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