Remember how you told me
that civilian life would bore me, that I'd be begging to be
reinstated after only a week? well, life ain't boring. It's only
been a few days, and I'm on a charge already. I mean, I guess
it's only a civvie charge, but, what a load of sh*t! You wouldn't
believe it, all I was doing was sitting in a bar, having a few
drinks, watching the game (by the way, you owe me for that... and
I may have to collect this time.) Anyway, this chick comes up to
me, starts trying it on, so, I'm thinking, why not? only problem
was, she was there with her boyfriend. Things got a bit intense,
and let's just say, you're reading this letter courtesy of Uncle
Sam's prison mail service.
It's insane, man. I mean,
this fight was nothing compared to the one we had in the Baggies
Bar that time, remember? when we snuck in and started hitting on
that NCO's girl? sh*t, must've broken 5 or 6 chairs, not to
mention a few tables. And did the provo's do anything? of course
not. A few minor charges but nothing major. I mean, it was a bar!
what'd they expect?
But these civvie cops
must have something to prove, one of them is even claiming that I
hit him, believe it or not... no provo would ever admit to being
hit in a fight, let alone lay a charge over it!
Apparently I have a bail
hearing tomorrow, the judge is setting it really high, for some
reason, way above what a poor ex-SEAL like me can afford. Damn
ridiculous. Anyway, that means I'm stuck here, At least I don't
have anything to do here, apparently just sit and think about
what a pathetic member of society I am... in military jail I'd
have polished about 4 rooms by now.
And just to make life
interesting, there's some guy sharing my cell, who seems to be
extremely interested in the fact that I can write. At least if he
tries anything, we'll waste some time.
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