Queevo, you couldn't pass the psych exam to be a security guard at Wal-Mart...you melt down at the slightest implication of your grand faults. If you somehow passed the psych, you'd flush out of basic in 5 minutes.

I know, I know...you know a guy. Guess what? Everybody knows a guy...but no one else hangs on the pretend coattails of the guy they know, like it makes them something more than a fat clown couch surfing meltdown waiting to happen.

I promise they don't care who you know, or how much mail you protected in the trailer park.

Fish on...

Todd