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We went to Chili's there in Jacksonville, Florida,
off of 9A there and everything was fine.
We got in there and we took up a corner booth
because we had a pretty big crew.
I just remember all of a sudden everything closed in.
See, I'm an Amtracker.
I don't get claustrophobic.
That doesn't happen.
I don't get seasick either.
But when I was in Chili's I couldn't,
I found myself not being able to breathe.
I found myself wanting to fight.
I wanted to flip the table.
Nobody did anything to me.
Nothing. It was just, you know, a Friday night at Chili's.
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