The Day I Burned The Outhouse Down

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Author: Robert Chapin ISBN: 9781465890757
Publisher: Robert Chapin Publication: August 2, 2011
Imprint: Smashwords Edition Language: English
Author: Robert Chapin
ISBN: 9781465890757
Publisher: Robert Chapin
Publication: August 2, 2011
Imprint: Smashwords Edition
Language: English

It was 1968 and I was in Vietnam. Constantly tempted to smoke marijuana, I finally gave in to the demands of a fellow soldier - I will not call him a friend!

The best place to smoke the Asian Jane was in the outhouse. We met inside a stall, I had my pants down around my ankles and as I lit the joint - the hot match dropped down onto my hairy legs into the fuel and what an explosion!

Beneath each toilet was a 55 gallon drum with approximately 2 gallons of fuel. Each day the "poop cop" would remove the full containers - replace clean ones and take the full ones out into a field to be burned.

The force of the explosion hurled me out onto the canvas roof of the commander's Jeep - and the guy who gave me the mariguana was not far behing as he slammed into the side of the same Jeep.

That was the only time I ever tried to smoke marijuana - but I never did inhale...

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It was 1968 and I was in Vietnam. Constantly tempted to smoke marijuana, I finally gave in to the demands of a fellow soldier - I will not call him a friend!

The best place to smoke the Asian Jane was in the outhouse. We met inside a stall, I had my pants down around my ankles and as I lit the joint - the hot match dropped down onto my hairy legs into the fuel and what an explosion!

Beneath each toilet was a 55 gallon drum with approximately 2 gallons of fuel. Each day the "poop cop" would remove the full containers - replace clean ones and take the full ones out into a field to be burned.

The force of the explosion hurled me out onto the canvas roof of the commander's Jeep - and the guy who gave me the mariguana was not far behing as he slammed into the side of the same Jeep.

That was the only time I ever tried to smoke marijuana - but I never did inhale...

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