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When I got out in 2012 I tried filing a Personalized Pickleball Shirt Tournament Team T Shirt. I got a denial letter in the mail saying simply my disabilities weren’t service connected. Around 2017 I found out about the VA complaint line and contacted Washington, D.C., particularly the president’s office. I sent an email to the president’s office. I shoot fucking high right off the bat. They did a Congressional inquiry on my case and found out the fuckers in the regional office let my claim, along with many other veteran’s claims, lay on a desk somewhere until the claim was overdue to be processed. Then, when the claim ran out of processing time, the fucks denied the claims. They didn’t even look at them. So, this nervous guy calls me urging me to file my claim again. I told him I wasn’t going through all that trouble again. He said, he would just send me one piece of paper to fill out and promised that claim submission would turn out different. He sent me the paperwork and I filled it out and a few months later I got my first rating at 80%. This happened in Montgomery, Alabama and the assholes in St. Petersburg, Florida are the ones causing me all of this headache for years. Finally, 100% today after 10 fucking years.

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Personalized Pickleball Shirt Tournament Team T Shirt

My first NY experience I was 12 years old. It was right before Christmas and I know that for 2 reasons. We saw Titanic opening night and because of all the Personalized Pickleball Shirt Tournament Team T Shirt the tree at Rockefeller center. Anyway, it was pre 9/11 and I was going to visit my older sister (14 years older) that had somewhat recently became a traveling nurse and her first gig was in NYC. Since it was Pre 9/11, my parents were able to go with me all the way to the gate and see that I got on my direct flight. I had a sticker that I think had my name on it and that basically said I was to be chaperoned by one of the flight attendants. Plane took off and landed, and my sister was able to come and be there waiting for me at the arrival gate right as I walked off the plane. Her friend who lived in Jersey and had a car was waiting outside La Guardia to pick us up and give us a ride. I think it was how my sister convinced my parents to let me come because they did not like the idea of me riding in a taxi because they didn’t think taxis had seatbelts. We had a reservation at a German place in NYC famous for crazy Christmas decorations called Rolf’s. Apparently we were running kind of late, so my sister’s friend just dropped us off right at the restaurant and he took my suitcase to my sister’s apartment and dropped it off. Some of my sister’s other friends were already there. It was very cold and I walked inside and it was packed full of people and I had never experienced anything like that in my life as a kid from a small town in Kentucky, but Home Alone and Home Alone 2 at that point were 2 of my favorite movies and I knew I was going to be just fine. Immediately on the right was a bar and this big dude just turned and looked at me with a huge cigar in his mouth and he took the cigar out and exhaled smoke in my direction. I thought it was so cool. I had never stood next to a bar before. I don’t think I had ever even seen anyone drink alcohol yet atleast knowingly. I took a sip of Gluwine when none of the adults were looking and ate some schniztel. It’s pretty much a core memory. Actually went into Rolf’s a few weeks ago because I was in NYC for a concert and my girlriend and I were just wandering around and happened to see it and went in. It was how I remembered it, minus all the people and the cigar smoker.

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