When I was in the Army there was a guy who was faced with doing jail time or enlisting. He enlisted. Sounded like being an endentured servant to me and he was a pretty intelligent guy that looked familiar.
I finally struck up a conversation on day and told him that he looked familiar. He said he operated one of those gut wagons that rented bikes, surfboards and beach chairs in Daytona Beach. I told him I KNEW I knew him as sometimes...not often but we did hit up that area to hang out and catch some waves...we were more Sebastian Inlet to just south of Patrick's AFB kinda surfers...anyway he asked me if I ever ate anything off his truck with a sly smile...I think all we did was get some ice one time and that was it was the reply and he smiled..."Good" he said, "Because the judge was going to sentence me to 3 years for serving dog and cat meat in the food I was selling".
Honest to God true story. To this day...I don't eat SQUAT off of those roach coaches...no way.[-( 🤐 🤐
