So there I was, with Billy and Mac, and we were just shooting the shit and telling lies about our army service. We grew up in the same town, you see, and we all ended up going the army, but none of us got stationed together. Mac probably got the easiest duty, never leaving the fucking states, but he's also the only one who ever got shot at, by a drunken bastard of a Major who luckily never did find out that Mac was the one fucking the Major's wife.
That's a court-martial offense, you see, but the Major probably would have had Mac in front of an artillery exercise instead of a panel of officers if he knew.
And that Major's son looks one helluva lot like Mac, which is why he doesn't go near his old duty post now that he's out of the army.
Anyway, we were kicking back a bunch of beers, and somehow or another, talk got on to dreams. Not like "did you ever dream this was the life you'd end up living" kind of shit, but the ones you have when you're asleep. We got started on that because Billy's old lady was into that kind of hippy shit, what dreams mean, and so just to fuck with her a bit, I brought up one of mine.
I've always been able to remember my dreams, at least the ones that come in the early part of the morning, so I told her about the one I had the other day, where I was celebrating my birthday, only I wasn't me... I was the Korean God of Hangovers or Alcoholism, or something like that. Hell, I've never even been to Korea, so I don't know where that part of it came from. And I only get really hammered when I meet up with Billy and Mac a couple times a month.
But there I was, dreaming I was a Korean deity of, yeah, hangovers, or drunks, or something. At his birthday party. And bitching about how I should be the God of Alcohol, only some Japanese deity came over and stole the title from me. And all the other deities at this party, even the ones with more then two arms or snakes for heads or whatever were saying it was a damn shame, but they didn't want to go and rumble with the Japanese gods, because apparently, deities need the latest electronics or some shit like that.
I don't know, really, because it was about then that I woke up. Billy's old lady really didn't know what to make of that dream. She just had that puzzled look on her face that she gets whenever someone calls her on some of that hippy crap.
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