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I went up to the bar, here in Mississippi, the othernight and there was this standard-issue bearded burn-out. He was trying hard to be wreckage from 'Nam. Except he was confused and got carried away and told us all that he'd crashed his chopper here a couple nights ago and was sleeping on the street until his buddies could come get him.
He leaned over to the guy on the next stool and said, "You speak gook?" The guy shook his head no. So the burnout went on to say that his job was to kill P.O.W.s.
I took his picture and the flash spooked him. He said he was going to bust me like Humpty-Dumpty.
Hmmm... to think I was contemplating sobriety.
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