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billclinton · 04-30-2003, 12:50 AM

I was with a buddy at a place called Rogers Rec in Fayetteville, AR. It's place that on any given night you can see fraternity guys playing pool with Hell's Angels. This was one of those nights. My buddy, Chris, and I were closin the bar down..there were just a few stragglers still left in the bar. The place would sell take out beer and since it was closing time Chris and I decided to purchase a case of Old Milwaukee. As we were paying for it this old guy asked us if we could give him a ride back to his apartment. Chris looked at me and me at him.....we both knew something good would come out of this. The old fellar was pretty drunk and he had a prosthetic for his right arm....he told us as we were walking to the car that his name was Gene and that he lost his arm in a factory accident. Something about a pot ash explosion. We carried him to his apartment, which was a one room government issued veteran POS (piece of shit), he had this wooden blind in the middle of the room to separate the "kitchen" from the "living room". We immediately commenced to drinkin Ole Milwobbly.....Old guy starts gettin a little more drunk...not good. He starts tellin war stories....like when he was in Korea and him and his buddies had to kill little kids and old ladies. He said that him and his best friend were giving food to a little boy when the boy blew up......the explosion, Gene said, blew his friend into a "half dozen" pieces and tore his arm off. Chris immediately said "I thought you arm got blowed off in a pot ash accident".....Gene, drunk from the Ole Milwaukee, was insulted at Chris's incredulence.....things got a little testy. Gene thought, and intimated, that he should kill both of us right there, right now. We reminded Gene that there was two of us and one of him, and he only had one good arm. Gene took offense to the one good arm comment and insisted that he could kill both of us with his skill that he learned as a machine gunner.....I asked "Gene, you were a machine gunner?, So was my dad".......Gene looked at me with that says "Im drunk and Im mad, but you just said something to confuse me"....He said "Bye God youre a liar" and Im gonna kill you both. My friend popped him in the head pretty good and he kinda passed out. Chris and I got our beer and left, Im not sure what ever happened to Gene Gene the Machine Gunner Machine.

04-30-2003, 12:50 AM	#1 (permalink)
billclinton Insane Location: Arkansas ....summer home in Harlem	The Vet I was with a buddy at a place called Rogers Rec in Fayetteville, AR. It's place that on any given night you can see fraternity guys playing pool with Hell's Angels. This was one of those nights. My buddy, Chris, and I were closin the bar down..there were just a few stragglers still left in the bar. The place would sell take out beer and since it was closing time Chris and I decided to purchase a case of Old Milwaukee. As we were paying for it this old guy asked us if we could give him a ride back to his apartment. Chris looked at me and me at him.....we both knew something good would come out of this. The old fellar was pretty drunk and he had a prosthetic for his right arm....he told us as we were walking to the car that his name was Gene and that he lost his arm in a factory accident. Something about a pot ash explosion. We carried him to his apartment, which was a one room government issued veteran POS (piece of shit), he had this wooden blind in the middle of the room to separate the "kitchen" from the "living room". We immediately commenced to drinkin Ole Milwobbly.....Old guy starts gettin a little more drunk...not good. He starts tellin war stories....like when he was in Korea and him and his buddies had to kill little kids and old ladies. He said that him and his best friend were giving food to a little boy when the boy blew up......the explosion, Gene said, blew his friend into a "half dozen" pieces and tore his arm off. Chris immediately said "I thought you arm got blowed off in a pot ash accident".....Gene, drunk from the Ole Milwaukee, was insulted at Chris's incredulence.....things got a little testy. Gene thought, and intimated, that he should kill both of us right there, right now. We reminded Gene that there was two of us and one of him, and he only had one good arm. Gene took offense to the one good arm comment and insisted that he could kill both of us with his skill that he learned as a machine gunner.....I asked "Gene, you were a machine gunner?, So was my dad".......Gene looked at me with that says "Im drunk and Im mad, but you just said something to confuse me"....He said "Bye God youre a liar" and Im gonna kill you both. My friend popped him in the head pretty good and he kinda passed out. Chris and I got our beer and left, Im not sure what ever happened to Gene Gene the Machine Gunner Machine. __________________ No Comment....