[Of David Carradine]: By the end of that day, I had witnessed his ex-wife get kicked by a horse, drank almost a half a gallon of vodka, a bucket full of Bud, witnessed him strip down to his famous green speedo [to relax], while explaining the story of his life as told by the complex, colorful tattoos that covered his lanky frame, [long before tattoos became open season]. I'd been given a tour of the nude oil paintings of his mother, painted by his uncle, played guitar and piano, sang, danced, and was introduced to an ex-con Vietnam vet friend just released from prison. Finally, I charged bare back across a rocky paddock atop his horse Captain whom David had slapped hard across the ass the moment mine hit the horses back - the final test. I passed and was released back into my world. And that was just our first day together. We spent 14 hours a day together for the next five years.
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