Day XCIII

Ya girl

     I don’t remember Booty Green’s first name, but he was a booty hound, and it’s why we called him Booty Green. He went downtown on any excuse. Some peeps said he went to town on his lunch break to get a quickie, but when ever he went, it was always to get laid.

     That sucker was busted so many times, it was hard to remember when, or if he was an airman 3^rd class, or an airman basic. Some said his stripes were on clips, because he was busted so often. He could just take them, and clip them on and off. He also had the claps as often as he was busted. In the day room sometimes, guys would be singing “My Girl” by the Temptations, and when the part that says:

     “Talking bout my girl,” started, Booty interjected:

     “Tawking bout ya girl, tawking bout ya girl…I got me some ooooo  weeee eeee!” and we would all laugh.

     “Booty, one a deeze days, man, ya gon git yasef kilt, man!”

     “Talking bout ya girl” he winked, and he would stroll on out.

     “A ite mofo, a ite!”

      Methinks Booty may have been like Gooser, a loner, who didn’t know how to deal with women. Perhaps hookers were a heaven sent thing for him. He could just pay, and get what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. I believe he had a sex jones. There are a lot of cats like him in the service, but I don’t think I ever met anybody quite like Booty. Stateside, he would not have been able to afford his sex habit, not unless he was out there with those bottom feeding junky hoes. For sure he would have got himself an STD, and died. Over seas, he got his fix as often as he had time. It’s sad because he never may have been able to really have, and enjoy a real appreciation of the fairer sex.