Day LXXXVlII

Sweet Booty an Spoon

   Spoon was from down south, I don’t remember where exactly. When he joined U.SA.F., it was the first time he ever got to wear, shoes, socks, and underwear. Back home he went around barefooted, wearing coveralls. He loved the air force. They gave him two more meals a day, than he got back home, and sometimes three. They gave him three sets of clothes to wear, a place to sleep, and on top of that, he got paid once a month. To use a Yogism, he got paid cash, good as money. He was in seventh heaven, and he was going to be a lifer.

     “Man, why would I ever wanna leave this…is ya facking crazieeeE?!” was his response.

     Me, on the other hand, I couldn’t wait to get out, and go home. Spoon never went to town, and didn’t have a girl back home that anybody knew about. For all we knew he was as innocent as the day he was issued his birthday suit.

     Then one night he had a gay encounter of the third kind, and in the morning he reported it to captain Wise. He felt it was his duty to report it. An orderly, Booty Green, who overheard it, and did all he could to stop from cracking up in front of the captain, later told us about it. We were playing cards in the day room, when he opened up. We had no secrets.

     “Hey y’all, lookey hea.” He said.

     We knew he was about to spill some beans on somebody, so we all lit up, swallowed a little San Miguel, and gave him our undivided attention. He smiled, and continued.

 

    “Evy body hea na det dumb ass Spoon, wite”

     Everybody nodded, and smiled.

     “What he do na, uh”