In station, we'd stand roll-call at the orderly room, start drinking in the bus
on the way back to the barracks. There was a flight-line snack-bar
that sold beer. A case of Budweier was $2.40. We drank San Miguel.
It was slightly higher. A Pilsner, brewed in the Philippines.
The Philippino love call was, "Psssst!" When you saw a likely chick
you'd hiss at her. If she was streetwise, she wouldn't look around.
Charles Willeford had a whore who could piss further than he could.
She could piss across a room. I mean direct a stream of urine from
her pussy with two fingers. You know how to whistle, don't you?
Just pucker up and blow. To Have and Have Not may be
the worst movie Humphrey Bogart ever made.
I think William Faulkner wrote the line.
He was a drunk. God, weren't they all.
O'Neill. John O'Hara.
Good Irish Catholics.