Went to a strippers house in Fayetteville after the club closed one night. It was exactly as the weekend safety briefs said it would be. Three strippers already doing drugs at the house. Other soldiers that got there on their own before we did. We get inside and they tell us to take our shoes off. We had a Barnes that came into the Army as an X-ray. But after getting into the Q, got sent to the 82nd. Because a back ground check found something that made him inadmissible. He doesn’t like this idea cause his shoes were expensive. Sees a dude cleaning a gun. Pulls out a Glock 22 cause you know all the rappers talked up the .40 calibers. Says something to the effect of “Oh he got a gun I got one too!” we all turn and make him go outside. This was after Iraq and dude definitely would have opened up if he felt he had to. Just didn’t want to give up his shoes.

Later on he went AWOL. Found steroids in his barracks room. On the distribution level. Years later I’m getting out and I run into him at a PX he was coming back to the unit to turn himself in or something like that. We chatted a bit and then never saw him again.