Hit the Road Thursday Afternoon – Hit the Beach Friday Morning. Beetle, Jester, I am finally moved in, and have my bike once again, drop me a note when you get off leave. I’m checking in tomorrow, yippee, more paper work.
So far the women scare me a lot more than expected. I saw a chick on the beach with Yosemite Sam, a couple of pistols, and a rebel flag, and the words “back off” tattooed on her ass. I’m all about women with some ink, but I guess I didn’t realize how much lower Alabama extended into P’cola.