From what I hear, all of that is gone. No money, no honey. I was there '79-'81, it was a single man's paradise.

Whisper Alley in Okinawa, Hay Street in Fayetteville, N.C. were a couple other mongering spots. The military used to be a big whorehouse tour. Married guys overseas had a PCOD (pussy cut off date) so they wouldn't bring any surprises home.

I was too poor to get laid in school, then when I got into my career, I fucked ... well ... girl friends 'til they found someone with better candy. Then I was with Tonya (yeah, that was her name) 'til she died.

So, I did OK as a drunk. Actually, better drunk than sober. Damn, I need to get out more.

-Chuck, Vegetarian fanboy