“Did you know I was going to wind up looking like this when we were kids?” the soldier asked when I admired his muscles.
“Yes, I did. You were already going to go in SF and you started working out. You started bulking up then.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to look like Rambo but instead I just turned into this big barrel thing.”
I laughed. “There was no Rambo back then.”
“Yeah, but you know what I mean. I wanted to have a body women like the way Rambo has but noooooooooo. Instead I turn into a bucket of cement. Look at me, P!”
“You look good.”
“I look good, my ass. I look just like a bucket or a barrel and you know it. If I were in the Navy, I’d be a buoy. Yeah, I’d be a buoy just out there bobbing up and down, stopping ships from running into things.”
P snorted. “Well that’s an important job.”