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Ironically, when I met Tom for the first and only time, I witnessed him getting in a car crash.
We were on our way to #9 from pop opera. I was driving my car, he was designated driver of my drunk friend's car. Getting into Richmond, he was following me. I noticed an oncoming car running into our side of traffic—we were driving on center lane. I braked hard, Tom avoided me passing on the right lane. At the same time, the oncoming car turned to our right lane, crashing into him.
In the short time that I got to know him, he was definitely a cool & good guy.
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