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Millington sucked.
After the showdown things became almost normal in the room. The mouth hated me even more but no longer called me names and it stayed like that till I left. I had to do work details prior to starting school. I lucked out and got mess duty. I had a past in food service from pot washer to cook and bus boy to waiter. I was asked by the first class if I had any past food service so I told him I had been a prep cook (an easy job in the kitchen with status above most and none of the pressure of being a line cook, I had been both
) so he put me in charge of the salad bars, cool. I had a couple of co-workers and together we had as good a time as we could while busting ass. We had a good job with none of the serious shit cleanup work. One of my co-workers was small and more “citified” northern type and the other was a big proud red neck from the deep south. I found out both smoked North had a bong! He and south had been smoking at lunch and invited me along. The weed situation sucked. I think we were all smoking hemp I don't recall one decent bag of weed the entire time I was there. I remember being broke all the time, the three of us even sold our blood for $15.00 each just to get some shit weed Then school started.
I wanted to do well. I found a lot of what they taught came easy to me and I was doing well. I was still partying with my mess hall friends. We went out a few times in Memphis to party and one day I asked my “cool” roommate if he wanted to join us. He agreed and out we went to a “neutral” club. The ladies were interested in my roommate like he was from another planet (for you folks just starting to read he is black) they were all over him and the local boys were not happy. We ended up leaving early but no trouble. “Cool” decided to teach me a lesson. He asked me if I wanted to go out with him. I of course said yes! He told me to go to the liquor store and get the biggest bottle of Brass Monkey I could find. I asked him what it was and what it tasted like and he replied “Your not gonna drink it fool! It is for the ladies!” I got a giant bottle and out we went. When I entered the club the music actually stopped like you see on TV. Cool raised his hand in a “it's cool” gesture and we were “allowed” to enter. He had some friends already there and they had a big table.. no ladies, yet. The ladies were much more aggressive than I had ever been used to... they wanted to find out about this unusual folk who had entered their domain. A whole group of ladies came right over and started grilling me “where you from?” “what are you doing here?” and so on. Before you know it all the guys at my table had a lady taking to him and I had about 5 This pissed off the locals. I am not sure how the word came to Cool but he told me we were asked to leave!.
The cool thing was we got to experience each others environment.
School wore on. I did well.. So well I was third in the class but the top Navy guy. There were two Marines that were first and second (there would have been three but the poor bastard dropped a fake missile warhead during loading and washed out.) At the last day of school we were brought in and sat down in front of a giant board of orders. All kinds of duty... I had no fucking idea what I was looking at. We were given our rank in the class and told we would be able to pick orders based on that rank. I realized I was number one and I was getting dizzy trying to figure out all these orders, holy shit. Then they ordered a smoke break, that smoke changed my life...
to be continued
Millington sucked.
After the showdown things became almost normal in the room. The mouth hated me even more but no longer called me names and it stayed like that till I left. I had to do work details prior to starting school. I lucked out and got mess duty. I had a past in food service from pot washer to cook and bus boy to waiter. I was asked by the first class if I had any past food service so I told him I had been a prep cook (an easy job in the kitchen with status above most and none of the pressure of being a line cook, I had been both
) so he put me in charge of the salad bars, cool. I had a couple of co-workers and together we had as good a time as we could while busting ass. We had a good job with none of the serious shit cleanup work. One of my co-workers was small and more “citified” northern type and the other was a big proud red neck from the deep south. I found out both smoked North had a bong! He and south had been smoking at lunch and invited me along. The weed situation sucked. I think we were all smoking hemp I don't recall one decent bag of weed the entire time I was there. I remember being broke all the time, the three of us even sold our blood for $15.00 each just to get some shit weed Then school started. I wanted to do well. I found a lot of what they taught came easy to me and I was doing well. I was still partying with my mess hall friends. We went out a few times in Memphis to party and one day I asked my “cool” roommate if he wanted to join us. He agreed and out we went to a “neutral” club. The ladies were interested in my roommate like he was from another planet (for you folks just starting to read he is black) they were all over him and the local boys were not happy. We ended up leaving early but no trouble. “Cool” decided to teach me a lesson. He asked me if I wanted to go out with him. I of course said yes! He told me to go to the liquor store and get the biggest bottle of Brass Monkey I could find. I asked him what it was and what it tasted like and he replied “Your not gonna drink it fool! It is for the ladies!” I got a giant bottle and out we went. When I entered the club the music actually stopped like you see on TV. Cool raised his hand in a “it's cool” gesture and we were “allowed” to enter. He had some friends already there and they had a big table.. no ladies, yet. The ladies were much more aggressive than I had ever been used to... they wanted to find out about this unusual folk who had entered their domain. A whole group of ladies came right over and started grilling me “where you from?” “what are you doing here?” and so on. Before you know it all the guys at my table had a lady taking to him and I had about 5
This pissed off the locals. I am not sure how the word came to Cool but he told me we were asked to leave!.The cool thing was we got to experience each others environment.
School wore on. I did well.. So well I was third in the class but the top Navy guy. There were two Marines that were first and second (there would have been three but the poor bastard dropped a fake missile warhead during loading and washed out.) At the last day of school we were brought in and sat down in front of a giant board of orders. All kinds of duty... I had no fucking idea what I was looking at. We were given our rank in the class and told we would be able to pick orders based on that rank. I realized I was number one and I was getting dizzy trying to figure out all these orders, holy shit. Then they ordered a smoke break, that smoke changed my life...
to be continued
I think i got the bump to .I was just checkin out panels indoor.Huh nice outdoor grow buckshot