Roomies
Of all the cheasy people, you must be insane if you think im going to lift a finger to pay homage to any of the lazy bastards that I've had as roommates!!!
Roomies
By far away some of the best friends I've had have been my roommates in the Marine Corps. It's really sort of cool since you don't get to pick them and you never know who it will be next. It's the Marine Corps, so you just make do with what you got. When I first got to Hawaii I was in a room with a Corporal (Cpl) Jones, truly a bag of shit that I still do not like to this day. How a Lance Corporal (LCpl) and a very very (shitbag) Corporal end up together is beyond me, but it happened. He was a dick and that thakfully didn't last too long.
So my next roommates were Private First Class (PFC) Jeremy Grewe, and LCpl Michael Crinigan. This came about because Mike was away at Pahakaloa Training Area (PTA) on the Big Island and Jeremy had the room all to himself. PFC's do not get rooms to themselves and the shit bag Jones just picked up Sergeant (SGT). So the young LCpl Acklen was ordered to move rooms. From E-16 to D-3. Grewe wasn't exactly the best Marine, but he was my roommate none the less. Crinigan finally came home from PTA and wasn't too thrilled to find that he had two new roommates, both of whom had taken over his room and done with it as they saw fit. Mike being the wiley little bastard that he was wasn't taking any of it and being senior to the both of us quickly got things set up as he thought they should be. Young and impressionalble as I was, it was all good.
Poor Grewe did not get along well with Mike. Again, Jeremy wasn't the poster child for the Marine Corps and Crinigan had a serious problem with this. I was left out of it for the most part but, you know.
Well then just a few short months later some lucky gut got promoted to Corporal an Non-Commissioned Officer (NCO) of Marines. Mike wasn't too happy because up until then he had been senior to us all. But it didn't reall matter ecause I was on my way to a new room, D-16. Let me explain now that in the Marine Corps LCpl's and Cpl's do not mix (at least they're not supposed to) so we could stay in the same room. As well you rate a two man room as a Cpl.
Same size room as a three man, just two of you in it. But ol' D-16 already had two people living in it. Cpl Christopher M. Cuddy (CMC) and Miss Jennifer M. Jordan. But it was all good. Jenn was Chris's girlfriend and had no place to stay (rent in Hawaii is outrageous) so she was living in the barracks. Now while this may seem very practical to you or me, it is very illegal in the Marine Corps. So if the oppurtunity came oup for Jenny to stay elsewhere she always did. But for one reason or another she would always end up back our room. And I found out that she could certainly pass for a Marine if anyone asked (not that male and female Marines would share a room anyway). She had help Chris prepare for his last Commanding General's Inspection (CG) and all his meritorious boards, so she was jsut as familiar with all the Marine Corps history, policies, procedures, and regulations as he was. And that was far more than your even above average Marine would know.
At any rate it was cool having those two as roommates. I think the only thing that pisses me off about that whole thing is that Jenny made off with one of my photo albums when she left the island. That of course was the same time that Chris left the Marine Corps, after about a year and a half of being roommates. It was sad to see them go. The room just wouldn't be the same.
So I left it behind, at the urging of my fellow Marines, Matthew Callaghan and Kevin Krashiejko. They were not yet roomates but were good friends and not happy with their current room situations. So they worked out a deal with the company gunny that would get them out of their current shitty room situation and even have them end up together, a sweet deal. But, as i mentioned it involved me giving up my room... to go live with a guy that nobody else in the platoon thought they could get along with, Cpl Jeffrey White. Me being the swell guy that I was agreed on the condition that I got to transfer a certain piece of furniture from one room to the next and that they move all my stuff. Kevin and Matt agreed, later however Matt nearly jimmied me over on the furniture deal and we had to jimmy the very new PFC Eric Stupar. But it all worked out in the end.
Now Jeff really wasn't the bad guy everyone made him out to be. He was a little more religious than most, but is that such a bad thing? And if they knew half the things that alter boy they'd think a lot differently. But who cares what other people think. I didn't have a problem living with him and I really felt bad for him as he nearly got screwed on his way out of the Marine Corps.
Well, this left me alone in the room. It was so nice, and for quite a while too. But as I knew all to well it would come to an end sooner or later. I got a new roommate. Cpl Michael Robinson. Again not a bad guy just rather religious and somewhat annoying. Nothing bad, but he talked to you when you didn't want him too. And not about church or anything like that but you know, sometimes you just don't want to hear anything. But he was really a nice guy, always helping me out and doing things for me. I liked him but problably should have like him more than I did for as nice as he was.
Because my next roommate was a good friends who had been on a float in the South Pacific for the last six months. Cpl Brook Mooney came back off float to find someone living in his room with it completely rearranged. Brook wasn't too happy about this and so I told him not to worry; my roommate was on leave so he could move in and when my Robinson got back he could move out. Now this is perhaps the shittiest thing I think I have ever done (and to a nice guy no less) and it was wholly unauthorized. But Brook moved in and one fine night around 0200 when Robinson came back, woke me up, and said, "hey there's someone sleeping in my bed", I just rolled over and said, "yeah, you don't live here anymore". So Robinson gathered a thing or two and dissappeared. But enough of me being a jerk. Brook was a pretty cool guy. He was the typical pretty boy, and always good with the ladies. But he had just turned 21 on that float and was now ready for some real partying down in Waikiki. And party we did. I don't really think pornography and all that adult sort of material is appropriate for this web page, but let's jsut say that the "FUTON OF SIN" got put through it's paces over the next year or so.
And then came that fateful day that we left the Marine Corps. It just so happened (rather unexpectadly) that we left the exact same day on the exact same flight. Me having no place to go really (as I said it was unexpected) I went to Brooks home in Santa Maria California. And here we are still roommates.
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