There’s a lot of need to know information in that story.
Apparently, when you’re the only Civie (who’s off his rocker and can drink enough to kill an elephant), surrounded by former army and marines that are in the guard now, at a drinking celebration...
Well, **** happens. I thought for sure we were getting kicked out or drunk tanked that night. We had scouts and spotters, while a few of us tried to take off with the neon guitar. When that failed, we pounded our drinks and got out of there in a hurry.
