“Hey, man,” I say, “did you get a tan while you were over there, or what? You look different.”
“I am different, dude. I had me a ton of fun. I mean, dig it, I f****d for three straight days. Bought me a w***e as soon as I got there, traded her in after a day, then traded that one in the next day. Then I got a cute lil' thing that wanted more d**k than I had left in me.”
“Didja leave me any holes I won't fall in if I go to Bangkok on my R and R?” Omar says.
“Homes, they might move the whole fuckin’ country by the time you get yours.”
He has a Polaroid and takes my picture, then one of all of us together. Then Smith takes one of me and Callmeblack. At first I can't believe what the picture shows because I haven't seen myself from head to toe in over nine months, and I am skinny. I've nev
