When I was younger, much younger, much much younger I had three good friends. We did a long of great things together. Some of which, due to my uncertainty regarding the statute of limitations, I will not publish. We were split up, by choice or by fate during our high school years. One was a Senior in High School, one was a Junior, I was a sophomore, and the other was a Freshman. As we each graduated, we went about our ways. Bob (I call him Bob because that’s his name) joined the Navy. He became a FBM Submarine Sailor. I, two years behind him and feeling the pressure of the possibility of being drafted to fight in Vietnam spent my Junior and Senior year thinking about how I was not going to fight in that so called war.
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- Are you a Square?
- HEY GUYS
- Added Scan Scan Dance to TSA
- Hunting in a Doc Blind
- I Got a Ticket
- DEBATE THIS!
- Another Christmas Letter
- DA O FISH ALL LAG WITCH OFF DA YO KNIGHTED STAYS
- What The ….?
- The Cost of Realibility — Out of Reach!
- Paying the Price of Being Idle
- Twas The Night Before Cruising