Speaking of Kegerator . . .Our Friends Got "386'd"

I was out with Brickman the other night and he had this story to share:

Apparently the boys of 92 had a great outing at that "new" bar in Brunswick - Jimmy's, Jake's, Joshua's, or whatever it's called this week. When the night was over, CVBoll made it home but not into his house. After passing out in the front lawn, face down in his own vomit, he crawled into his camper to "ride" out the night.




If that didn't match our exact memory of Chris, Brickman's night was just beginning.

Steve, in his normal fit of drunk sleep walking, "accidently" locked himself out his room dressed in only his boxers. Since the BOQ is manned during banker hours, he found himself down on his luck. He ripped the tag off of a fire extinquiser and tried to jimmy the lock to his room open.

Unfortunately because of the alcohol and few turns up and down the hallway, he was going to work on the wrong room. The freightened individual in that room called the cops.

Steve made his way outside, and saw a fire truck speeding his way, so he jumped behind a tree. About that time, one of NAS's finest rent-a-cops jacked Steve up with his gun drawn. Steve got handcuffed, thrown into back of a cruiser, and "booked", boxers and all.

It is great to see former Lancers living up to the finest "traditions" of Naval service.