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1. "I remember, I was fifteen, I reckon? Me an' Jezzy took my mom's pick-up 'cause we heard there was gonna be this meteor shower, and I was into the whole astronomy thing back then, and Jezzy was thirteen and did everythin' I told her to. So we took my mom's pick-up truck, fallin' apart the damn thing was, and we drive as far away from the trailer park and Carmel and alla that to get to where it's real dark, out to the prairie. I'm drivin' and Jezzy's rootin' around in the back lookin' for a roadmap maybe, and she comes up with this half-empty bottle of tequila. So we decide that hell, it's a good night and no one's watchin' save for Jesus, and he was fond of the bottle too, weren't he? So we start swiggin' my mom's tequila an' we get to a field someplace, and we're way too busy gettin' tipsy for the first time and feelin' like we're on top of the world to even watch the damn meteor shower.
Hours later, the bottle's empty and we're gettin' cold, so we hop in the car and Jezzy goes, can I drive? And I'm like, you're thirteen. And she's a clever thing, you know, even back then- she goes, well, you're drunk. And I am drunk, you know? She's right. So I scoot over and she takes the wheel and we drive home and we're gigglin' 'cause we're so nervous, because we're just kids. And we been drinkin' our momma's tequila and drivin' her truck. Goes right to our heads, and Jezzy starts doin' tricks and parks the truck right against a tree, folds the damn engine right around it and we're scared, of course, but we're fine- but that truck is a damn mess so we get out and stumble home. We get home when the sun's just startin' to rise, and we jump into bed, a cold and a hangover to boot, and we're scared as hell.
We finally get to sleep when someone's knockin' on the door, and damn if it ain't Johnny Law, sayin', 'Mrs. Serge' - that's my mom - 'Mrs. Serge, we found your truck, crashed into a tree. Bottle of tequila inside of it. You mind explainin' that?' And my mom's drunk as a dung beetle of course, and she slurs somethin' about it not bein' her fault, but that cop ain't stupid and he says 'Ma'am, that's three counts of drunk drivin', I've just about had it with you, I'm takin' your license'. And me and Jezzy can't believe it, we're just hidin' underneath the blankets, starin' at each other as our momma screeches 'bout corrupt pigs and all that, and he takes her license and leaves.
No, we never felt guilty."
2. "I happened to be on leave when I turned twenty-one, and I met some girls during training who seemed all right, so we decided to go out for drinks and celebrate. We stomp into this bar, all shaved heads and heavy pants and scowls, 'cause we're army girls now. Only when we get our beers do we notice that it's fulla guys, and only guys, all lookin' at us funny, but what do we care, right? We get rowdy and this girl Deb actually starts hittin' on the barman, and he just goes: 'You ladies oughta watch who you're talkin' to like that', like he's our fuckin' dad, so we just get even rowdier, until this guy comes up to us with a face like ten days of thunder, and it's Major Zindel. He says, 'girls, I'm gonna ask you to leave now', and we roll over each other with apologies and desperate Majorin', and we're fuckin' scared so we tumble right out that bar. Only when we get outside does this girl Deb turn around, and she goes pale as a sheet, and says, she says 'girls, girls, you gotta take a look at that sign'. So we look at that sign, and guess what, it's a fuckin' gay bar. Never was able to look Zindel in the eye after that."
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So we got us this swill, reckon it was strohrum or some shit, tastes like your liver screamin' out in agony. And I say, what're we bettin', Hines? And he says, our honour as men, and he guffaws like he's God's gift to fuckin' comedy, but I don't say nothin', I just hand him a glass.
We're maybe five shots in and he starts wobblin' like he's on a ship, but I don't say nothin'. Another three and he's goin' pale like he just seen a ghost and I say, Hines, you sure you feelin' all right? And he says sure, but he was a fuckin' slushed puppy and we both knew it. Takes him five more to give up, and he goes out with a bang - plummets to the floor like a felled tree and I'm not feelin' too peachy myself, but I'm still standin', and I- lord it sounds stupid, but you know how fellas will get drunk and like, take a Sharpie and draw dicks on each other's faces? I get myself a Sharpie, and - and you gotta realize I was drunk too, I mean, I was still standin' but I was drunk and I give him a nice See You Next Tuesday right on his dumb ol' forehead. An', I just- I'm proud, you know? So I go back to my quarters and I'm done with it.
Few months later, I'm on a routine mission, we run into a buncha Golems. One of 'em seems intent on drownin' one o' my colleagues so I try an' wrestle him away and- and I look at his face, and he's got a fuckin' pussy on his face. I gotta say, if it weren't for him bein' a Golem I'd've laughed 'til I pissed myself."
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