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in your chest
Bullets. There's gotta be bullets. You either gotta shoot somebody or be shot by somebody. At the VERY least you gotta witness the shooting. But there's gotta be bullets.
Indeed. I did a NYE gig up in Utah with Long John Hunter (RIP) a few years back. He'd played for years in Juarez 6-7 nights/week. As the trip to the gig was 5 hours and everyone else from the band was in the van, I took my car with John and his wife as passengers.
We talked some on the trip. At one point I asked him how many times he'd had gunfire on the gig. He said "I stopped counting at 40". I was pretty impressed, since I'd only had it happen a few times.

I'm sure he saw everything, including babies born, on that long stint in Juarez.
