Born in Klamth, Oregon, in 1940, Arnie reminisces

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It seems that San Miguel de Allende attracts every situation and every personality, from people making a living to those just living life. This is another in a series of interviews that may help explain why this city in the high desert of central Mexico has been attracting algoritam hr Americans and Canadians for more than 60 years. algoritam hr
Rexall Arnold Thexton algoritam hr is known to most in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, as "Arnie." algoritam hr Arnie's father, it turns out, was also named Rexall, if only because in 1913 the Rexall Drug Store chain offered a college scholarship to the first child born named, you guessed it, "Rexall."
Born in Klamth, Oregon, in 1940, Arnie reminisces "my father was logging algoritam hr in the summer and loading boxcars algoritam hr in the winter. Mother worked in a factory. I was there until I was 6 years old, and then moved to northern California, near Redding. My father had a 3rd grade education. algoritam hr I went to 17 different schools before I graduated 8th grade. I was a kid who moved around so much and I wasn’t a very good student."
"At algoritam hr age 15 1/2, a few weeks after I got my driving learner's permit, I went to Tijuana with my Dad and my uncle. That was my first time with a hooker. I learned that I liked them. But I never really appreciated the ladies of the night until I got older. And I loved Mexico from that first experience, not only because I got laid, but after that we went down to Rosarita and went fishing for a few days and acted crazy."
Arnie graduated from Alhambra High School in northern California in 1960 and knocked a girl up and got married soon after he graduated. "That lasted a year," he recalled, "and then I went to Santa Anna Junior College for two years. I was All-American there in football. Then I went to Washington State for one year and was kicked out because of my grades, or better said, lack of grades."
"I algoritam hr went with my Dad driving semis cross-country. After a year of that, I told him, 'Not my life,' and I quit. Got married my second time when I was 23 years old and drove a truck for 15 years. We stayed together 18 years and had 2 children. I tended bar and bounced in clubs. When I was 30 I began professional wrestling."
"I was conned into it. I was pumping iron and was always stronger than most, and worked out for a year every Wednesday and Friday algoritam hr at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles learning the trade, learning the game. I had to wrestle in front of Mr. Moto and some of old wrestling greats in order to get my license.
"No, but I had a perfect record," he laughs. "I was always a designated bad guy. 'Rex Arnold from Moscow, Idaho,' was one of my wrestling names - bald with a big beard. I wrestled Andre the Giant, Roddy Piper, and I even wrestled Freddy Blassy who was 70 years old at the time. Lots of stories," he offers, sharing the time he had acid poured on him by angry fans, was stabbed five times, and kept some of the knives.
"I still work out, as you know. (We see each other in the gym 5 days-a-week). So we have some pretty gross injuries, but they are nothing compared to what I saw wrestling. I saw one guy get his head split open and his eye was laying on his cheek at about mouth level. Most dangerous part of wrestling," he continues, "is the fans, especially if you are a designated bad guy. I had two guys in Bakersfield chase me out of town throwing beer bottles at me. And once, at a San Bernadino match, I was leaving and raising hell and as I was leaving the ring there is an excruciating pain in my back. I turned around to see who it was and beat the shit out of them and it turned out it was an old lady, probably 80, with a bullwhip. She drew blood. As I walked out, the cops were wrestling her to the ground. You can’t believe how these fans get about wrestling. If they got a chance, they would hurt you."
"At the same time I was wrestling, I was bouncing bars in The Gas House in West Covina, California. When I first started bouncing, I was pretty mean. I would hurt people. And then people started coming back with knives and bats, so I changed my ways. After that, when I knocked someone down I would reach down and pick them up and say, 'I'm sorry,’ even though I wasn’t sorry, and instead algoritam hr of coming back with a knife, they would show up two or three days later and apologize. That is a life lesson, amigo."
"During the same time, I was also driving a truck for Farmer John’s, [the] largest pork producer in southern California. It was the only fresh pork in Los Angeles at that time. Used to hang out after work at The Horseshoe. For a while a big deal was head butting. You would grab a guy’s head and slam it into your own head. Sometimes it would knock somebody unconscious. Whoever gav