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Young Marines in Yuma .circa. 1982  

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12/19/2009 4:31 pm
Young Marines in Yuma .circa. 1982

His fist was coming from somewhere in the deep South...Mississippi maybe...bringin' me some Delta Blues. "This is gonna hurt" I thought just before impact...and I was right.
I fell forward and grabbed him in a Death-Grip as we crashed to the ground. A whole damn hive of Hornets buzzin' in my<b> head. </font></b>All I was tryin' to do was smother any further damage....no way was I gonna be concious if Reece found another one of those widow-makers in him.
We were rolling around in the dust and gravel parking lot of a club known as "The Backroom". One of two joints in Yuma that played live Rock n Roll. We Marines had affectionately re-christened it "The Bathroom". Reece and I had been at it for about Five minutes when the bouncers broke it up muttering somethin' about "dumb Jarheads" and hating pay-day week-ends.
We looked at the mess we'd made of each other...the desert dust mixing well with our snot and blood...and we both laughed like to Fools. "C'mon Reece, I'll get ya a beer,she's probably gone by now". "Ya" he says "but man, she sure was fine". We staggered back into the Club talking about Sky-Lit Cleavage and an Ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Two cavemen chasing Women on Pay-Day week-end...and the best of Friends.

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