Fear and Loathing in the Mojave Part 1

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Fear and loathing in the mojave

I was on a hiatus from the Marine Corps.  Most civilians would call it AWOL (absent without leave), in the Marines it is a U.A. (unauthorized absence).  I was frustrated and irritated with the powers that be and the imposition on my person so I decided that instead of showing up for formation the next morning I would go off to LA, Hollywood.  I was stationed in twenty nine palms California.  This sounds luxurious but it is nothing more than the butt crack of the Mojave Desert.  I gathered a few items, shoved my cash into my jungle boots threw on an old Never Mind the Bollocks T-Shirt a pair of jeans and my jacket to head out.

The Taxi cabs were abundant in the Mojave at least around the base where there was a plethora of young men without transportation destination of purpose just the drive to find vagina and get drunk.  In a desert where the average citizen was an 18 to 26 year old Marine Male the Vagina to penis ratio was slightly out of whack, and the vulgar part was that it was never hard for men to find those few vaginas.  I won’t speak of the cleanliness of these vagina’s just the fact that they were making themselves available to our young Marines, possibly as a service to their country.  Even the wife’s of the Marines were providing this service to many young jarheads.  I hope some of those young women read this and realize how much their husbands appreciated their selfless act of tending to his fellow Marines.  What Patriots.  What morale.  What dedication.

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