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I visited Austria at twelve years old. Late one night, in a Viennese
hotel lobby, I met an Irish woman whose sister was (and presumably
still is) married to a jockey. This woman's sister's husband had a
colleague who had severe burns on most of his legs and torso from
taking baths filled with boiling water for the purpose of melting body
fat to lighten himself for races. Needless to say, I wasn't interested
in where or how this stranger's sister's husband's colleague ended up,
and I attempted his method. I have consequently twice burned my right
hand severely with a total loss of three month's pay even though I
obtained both injuries at the workplace. The jockey is in a home for the mentally impaired. But I am now one of my
craft's elite.