My Time as a Matador

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I know. You’re immediately thinking this is some kind of a bull story. But it’s not. I promise. Yes, this story involves a bull, but the story is completely true. I was actually in the ring with a live, breathing, charging, pulsating behemoth, one that I honestly think was out to get me.

If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you may know that I served as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Costa Rica from late 1973 to late 1975…