A number of months ago, a(n Irish from Ireland) friend was telling me this story of one of his friends from years ago, that somehow he had never told me before.
Anyways, when his friend was backpacking in South America either in Colombia or Argentina, he was getting to know these other people in the common area of a hostel one night, and they all started introducing themselves to one other.
And, his friend was like, "I'm Irish and I'm an engineer."
And, this woman was like, "I'm from Germany and I'm a lawyer."
And, this British guy was like, "I just got out of prison for killing a federal agent, and I don't want to talk about it."
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So, they didn't, but then when his (Irish) friend was checking out of the hostel, it was right after the (British) guy had checked out, so he asked the desk-workers there for his name, and he said that they had meant to exchange email addresses and keep in touch, but the guy had forgotten to leave his before he left.
So, he got the (British) guy's name, and he looks him up, and he was like the right-hand man of David Koresh.
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(Like a third or more of the Branch Davidians were actually British people, because they were from the same Seventh Day Adventist tradition that Koresh was a part of and drew from... I also looked this guy up, and he got out of prison in the U.S. and was deported like early to mid-2000s, which was right when my one [Irish] friend's friends were all backpacking, he said, so that all checked out, too.)
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