This image is from John Holton’s site, and I am joining in for my first ride in the Writer’s Workshop Rodeo. Choose one of the prompts (or as many as you want) and write a post on your blog that addresses that prompt.

Here are this week’s prompts:

1. Write a post based on the word military.
2. Write a post in exactly 8 lines.
3. Write a list of movies that always make you smile.
4. Choose a social media platform (e.g. Facebook, X, Instagram etc.) and tell us what you love and hate about it.
5. Tell us about a time you had to go to court.
6. Tell us about your best friend from the old neighborhood.

Answers:

1/2 - The military post was called Fort Jackson in South Carolina and I
          spent the summer of Nineteen Seventy-seven there losing body fat
          and getting into shape. The humidity in the south played havoc on
          everyone while we marched almost non-stop between bouts of 
          push-ups or jumping jacks. Seven weeks into basic training I receive
          a notice to visit the Infirmary. I had psoriasis and was informed that 
          I wasn't fit for military service. I was put on notice that I would be
          given a Honorable discharge under medical reasons.     [8 lines]     

5/6 - In the early 80s I was arrested one night outside a grocery store
          for assaulting two guys. It was around 1 or 2 in the morning and 
          I had been out drinking with the wife. On the way home she wanted
          something from the store so I waited on her in the car. When she
          came out these two guys started being rude to her and set me in
          motion.

         I got out of the car and hobbled over to them as I was on crutches at   
         the time with a broken ankle. I proceeded to school them on how to
         respect women, especially the one that was with me.
         The store manager called the police and when they arrived they
         found me hopping around on one foot and swinging a crutch upside
         one of the guy's head.

         So I spend the night in the drunk tank and am escorted to court
         the next morning via the tunnels from the jail to the courthouse. 
         I am front of the judge and it was the first time I had ever been in 
         front of a female judge. She either wasn't in a good mood that
         morning or she didn't care for my attitude, I think it was a mixture
         of both.

         After listening to their side of the story she rudely asked me my
         side. Being hungover and not thinking clearly I rudely answered         
         with the word damn and was promptly told that that kind of 
         language wasn't tolerated in her court. I said F&$K me in response 
         and was given thirty days to cool off and return with a better 
         attitude. 

        My best friend was sitting in the courtroom ready to bail me
        out. Gary started laughing so hard at me that they reprimanded him.
        When I came back in front of her it was with sincere manners that I
        addressed her as "Your Honor"

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