
Once upon a time about 15 years ago, I played golf with my brother and a friend at local hackers course in Massachusetts. It was hot summer day and with our carry bags in tow we were all low on energy as we approached the 7th tee. My friend, a diabetic, complained about his lack of energy, thinking his blood sugar level was low. He asked me for some candy, but I didn't have any. I told him to eat grass. He called my an a$$hole. Eventually, we were able to gather some change to get my friend a candy bar. What seemed to be a hostile situation, not to mention my friend's precarious state, transpired to be one of funniest moments of our lives.




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