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Julie and I picked up R.J. at the locker room after the Arkansas/SMU football game, and by golly, I stood my ground in my controversial yellow get-up. The three of us grabbed some dinner, and then set about the business of painting Dallas. We were all 21 years of age, but R.J. had forgotten his driver's license back in Fayetteville. His solution to this celebratory encumbrance was to tear out the...