Navy Stories 12 My New Best Friend
November 4th, 2009 by Ben Moreno
’)No matter where I go, I always end up finding a new best friend. I no doubt talk to many people, but there tends to always end up being one or two people that I really get along with. In this case it was E.
E was simply, crazy. That is the word that comes to mind when trying to sum up this guy’s personality. He was Sicilian and had a bad attitude. He was arrogant, mean, tough, funny, passionate but likable too. He was the type of guy who was not afraid to tell you how he felt. He was a real stand up guy.
We went out drinking one time and became friends right away. We became like brothers and started doing everything together. We had enormous amounts of fun working and partying together. He was a native to Florida so he showed me all around the state and introduced me to places like, Tampa, Daytona, Orlando and Sarasota/Bradenton.
He were different people but boy did we love to get drunk together and cause havoc. We often went to clubs and bars and drank until we passed out somewhere. I was probably the worst at this part. For some reason I often drank to the point of falling sleep in awkward or embarrassing positions and places. It is amazing that I managed to avoid any major problems because of this.
We both loved to smoke also. He smoked New Ports and I smoked Marlboro reds. I actually didn’t enjoy smoking that much. I was more addicted to the action and nicotine than anything. There were times when cigarettes were enjoyable, like after a meal or a work out but most of the time it sucked.
At one point we had our own apartment off base. Boy was that a party pad. That is all we pretty much did in there. Now that I looked back we really didn’t do much but go out all the time and get hammered. We didn’t really think about anything else. We were constantly moving and looking for the next way were going to have a good time.
There is not much more I can say about E. He was my right hand man. My partner in crime. We laughed our asses off right through the three years we spent together on the ship. We went through tough times together and always had each others back. Just a couple of young punks with no purpose in life but to lose control and enjoy ourselves. We didn’t have a care in the world. I miss that…
In the next post I will talk about Mess Cranking. Hard work, let me tell you…
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