Back during the Vietnam War I knew John. One night we were making out in his car. He was a great kisser.
Suddenly, John says, “I’m going to Vietnam.”
Well I was just thinking, "Let’s kiss some more," and then John asked me if I would write to him in Vietnam.
"Sure", I said sure, thinking about his kisses.
I wrote him, mostly about friends in the neighborhood. After one year, he came back. Thank God! His sister Nina wanted her friend and me to fight over John. If you like to hang out at Burger Chef with your friends and smoke you would just have to fight.
We fought and I was winning. All of a sudden, John’s older, fat sister jumps into the ring and sits on me. The loser girl kicks me in the face. My friend jumps on Nina and yells, “No fair!”
She was bleeding, but that kick in the face cost me a black eye.
I can go to Burger Chef and smoke! I am in line and there is John. I said, “ Look at my shiner all because of you.” He left and I never got to kiss him again.
The Vietnam War sucked!