I grew up in a conservative household. I wasn’t naïve of the kinkier side of life living in New Orleans I just never really dipped my feet into the other side till later in my life.
I joined the military at 20 and by 24 I had visited a good portion of the world and experienced a bunch. I had an awesome assignment on the beach and had a very great group of coworkers. We all hung out after duty and on weekends. One of our favorite spots to kick back on the weekend camp outs on the river.
A few of us had splurged on some nice tents and we would drink until we all passed out. The next day we would repeat until we drug our asses back to base Sunday afternoon.
One spring while the Florida weather was still warm we again gathered at the camp site enjoying drinks and laughs. I had set up my four man tent and had already made my way through half a case of cheap natural light beer. As the night drew to a close I finished my 12th beer I bid farewell to the few guys still standing and stumbled from the campfire to my tent.