Friday, June 17, 2005

1) I'm at the Hospitality House in Japan and about seven of us decide we want to go on base. We all pile into my truck, with four in the back and three in the front. We're going through the POL gate and the guard checks our IDs. Just as we are pulling away, I hear her say something about too many people and not enough seatbelts, but I just keep driving. We drive by the club and it looks like a big casino, so we decide to stop. One of the guys in my truck is Wes Pardue, this guy I went to high school with, and he's playing the flute.

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