"Barbeque" at SGT Bailey's
So, SGT Bailey throws killer fuckin' BBQs. I did three keg-stands, which I haven't done since I lived in Cleveland, and drank another 3 or 4 beers. But that's just the icing on the cake. He's got a couple of great kids, and a couple of the best dogs ever. I got my ass whupped by the four of them. The American Bulldog, King, tried to bite my nose off, and scratched up my face pretty good. Then Imagin and Dakota, SGT Bailey's kids broke me off good. Seriously, I have never seen kids better prepared to whup ass than his. I got arm-barred, rib-kicked, bitten, tackled, and gouged by these kids, plus I managed to hyper-extend my elbow avoiding falling on Imagin when her brother tackled me. All-in-all it was a very good barbeque, and it kinda makes me want kids of my own, cause I think I'd make a pretty good father. Not right now, but after I get out of the Army, I think I'll be in the market for a wife and a couple of kids. Scary how fast I go from not wanting anything to do with kids to wanting a couple of my own.