He was a crazy fucker wearing a big ass glam wig. As he passed by my buddy and I someone in front of us shoved him and he went down on the seats and concerete arena floor like a sack of shit.
Amazingly he sprung right back up, and instantly resumed what he was bent on doing...reaching the rail. For some reason, about 5 minutes later, he appears in our row and ends up next to my buddy. My buddy is a Marine but got out many years ago. Anyway, they start to talk and I hear the word "Ranger". So of course, I go into instant poser check mode.
I ask him what unit he was with (I am wearing my big 82nd Airborne shirt). He replys 2/75 Rangers, Ft. Lewis. I am thinking, this fucker just might be crazy enough to be the real deal. And while those thoughts are running through my head, the fucker COINS me! :o
Now people who know me well know that I never go ANYWHERE without my coins. So I tell him he is buying the beer because I got my coins! So I begin to pull mine out and so does he. Unfortunately, he is somewhat inebriated and DROPS his fucking coin!! So we all go down looking for his coin because losing your coin would suck! Luckily I find it for him!
Well meeting a fellow paratrooper who has Ranger creds is pretty damn cool, so I tell him that he should join my website (USP) (sorry always fishing for good members :D), when he tells me he is already on www.ArmyRanger.com!

So what are the chances of that happening!? Anyway, it was cool hanging and head banging to Iron Maiden with Panzer275. You are one crazy fucker!!
Airborne!!