I was in a certain mood and wrote a brief beginning of a story. Hopefully somebody with more alcohol and testosterone than I have will finish it. Feel free to use the idea and credit me or not. I give up any copyright. If you use the idea and post it, please let me know. I'd love to read more about this guy.
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Stoney
I'm Steve McStonen, "Stoney" to my friends. I'm a Delta Operator. Lots of boring people tell stories about me, but I rarely do. I'd much rather be DOING than TELLING.
Armchair jaw-jackers compare me to Indiana Jones, Rocky, or even Superman.
Indiana Jones is a nerd, a glorified history teacher.
Superman is an illegal immigrant who should get the fuck out, until he has a green card.
Rocky was an idiot. 'Nuff said.
Bragging is bad luck, terrible luck. I learned not to brag during parachute training. The day after I bragged about how tough I was at a bar, my parachute failed, and my reserve chute failed too. If it weren't for the bear I landed on, I would have been in big trouble.
I really did carry a wounded soldier five miles through the mountains of ###CLASSIFIED###. Of course I did. Since I saved his life, he owed me a case of beer and a date with his sister. Those are the rules.
After only two drinks, his sister slapped me and called me an asshole. The next morning, she woke up naked on top of me, and we were married by lunch. I've loved, hated, and adored the hot, wonderful bitch for five years, and I'm looking forward to another fifty.
Once she asked if I'd love her forever. I said that when we turn eighty, I'm going to dump her for some hot young twenty-year-old. She still thinks I was kidding.
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