>Mize had made you rehearse your lines. You were driving a Sebring convertible down an industrial stretch in Las Vegas when you dropped a CD on the floorboard and, reaching down, sideswiped a Mercedes. You dropped your water bottle. Your vape. Your Pepsi. You were lighting a cigarette. Reaching for a phone. You swerved to miss an animal. You were swigging from a glass bottle that chipped your tooth. You slammed your head. You blacked out. Could you blame the responders for believing
>At some point, you might reflect on the craziest part. You had agreed to this. You’d hoped that your injury would go like Mize wanted — registering on a CT scan, or justifying stitches, or nabbing a referral for a procedure — reaping a mammoth insurance payout. You had joined the ranks of a scheme that a federal prosecutor would one day say operated like a criminal organization and that a judge would call a “tragedy,” sucking in dozens of accomplices and millions in profits before it all went sideways, though some part of you had expected that, too.
>At the head of it all: His legal name was William Mize IV. You knew him as Uncle Bill, your friend, your husband, or Dad.
[OP] yourwildlight | 3 hours ago
>Mize had made you rehearse your lines. You were driving a Sebring convertible down an industrial stretch in Las Vegas when you dropped a CD on the floorboard and, reaching down, sideswiped a Mercedes. You dropped your water bottle. Your vape. Your Pepsi. You were lighting a cigarette. Reaching for a phone. You swerved to miss an animal. You were swigging from a glass bottle that chipped your tooth. You slammed your head. You blacked out. Could you blame the responders for believing
>At some point, you might reflect on the craziest part. You had agreed to this. You’d hoped that your injury would go like Mize wanted — registering on a CT scan, or justifying stitches, or nabbing a referral for a procedure — reaping a mammoth insurance payout. You had joined the ranks of a scheme that a federal prosecutor would one day say operated like a criminal organization and that a judge would call a “tragedy,” sucking in dozens of accomplices and millions in profits before it all went sideways, though some part of you had expected that, too.
>At the head of it all: His legal name was William Mize IV. You knew him as Uncle Bill, your friend, your husband, or Dad.
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IngredientList | 3 hours ago
Is anyone else having trouble getting the archive link to load?
sombrerocats | 3 hours ago
I was! I switched to a private browsing window and am able to read the article now.
IngredientList | 3 hours ago
Thanks that did it for me :)
sombrerocats | 2 hours ago
yay! glad that did it!
notaquarterback | an hour ago
Wow what a story. I can see how it could happen though and wild he got away with it.