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I’m goin’ off the rails on a Gravely train

by ezy at 02:10 PM on January 16, 2004

When I was at Ft. Bragg I had a roommate named James Gravely. He wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Actually, I always thought he was mildly mentally challenged. How he got through basic training I’ll never know. I used to have to inspect every aspect of his uniform before he left our room. Something was always amiss from buttons not buttoned to lacing his boots wrong. We had to have our boots highly shined, uniform starched and pressed, pants bloused in the tops of our boots, and berets shaped just so. Well, these things were too many for Gravely to get right all at one time. I couldn’t let him get chewed out every day so I helped him out. Well, I wasn’t alone. It took a concerted effort by all of us that hung out together to keep Gravely straight. Right Dutchy? We all took him under our wings and tried to make him feel better about himself. Sometimes this backfired.

We would take him out with us to party and one time we took him to A local strip club. Everyone was having a great time and I realized that I hadn’t seen Gravely for a while. I looked around and there he was seated in front of this one dancer. I walked a little closer and saw him reach in his wallet and pull out a tip. He gave it to the girl and continued to watch her dance. After a couple of minutes he went back in his wallet and removed another bill. He put this one in her stocking also. I got a bit closer and saw that he was giving this dancer twenty dollar bills. Holy Shit! That girl had made forty dollars off of him in five minutes. At this point in my life twenty dollars isn’t a whole lot of money but back then, on an Army salary, twenty dollars was significant. I went over and told Gravely to walk and talk with me. I explained that he didn’t have to tip so much or so frequent. I told him a dollar at a time was sufficient and that he didn’t have to give her money every two minutes but to try to draw it out a little more. I also added that if he wanted to give her a twenty then wait until she got off stage and ask her for a lap dance. He nodded understanding and went back to the same dancer. The night progressed and Gravely came over and said he needed to go to the ATM. What? We all went to the ATM before we went there and I personally watched him pull out $100. I still had sixty left from my $100 and he was already broke? We’d only been there for about an hour and a half. Well, I took him back to the ATM and he pulled out another $100. We went back to the club and finished our night there. On the way back Gravely asked if we could stop by the ATM again. It seems he had spent the other $100 on the same girl. Dumbass. We took Gravely to the club quite a few more times and he always went to the same girl. Anyway, in the weeks to come, he always referred to this dancer as his “girlfriend” when we talked about going back to the club. Girlfriend!? All she was doing is siphoning money from his pocket as fast as she could and he was going for it. We humored him though until things came to a head one day. We had been to the club on payday and the next day Gravely asked me to borrow some money. “You just got paid yesterday Gravely” I said. “I know” he replied “but I’m broke.” “Did you give all of your money away to that stripper?” I asked. He hung his head and answered “Yes.” I explained to him that she wasn’t his “girlfriend” and was just using him to take as much money from him as possible. He wouldn’t accept that. He actually though that this girl gave a shit about him. Yea, right. Well, Gravely didn’t have a car and we were his only source of transportation so we all agreed not to take him back. He could’ve called a cab but, as I pointed out earlier, Gravely was a little slow.

Another night we took Gravely with us again. It was my birthday and we decided to get funky. We hit a bunch of bars, strip clubs, and ended the night at one of our favorite establishments, Bottoms Up. This was, by far, one of the most awful strip clubs in Fayetteville, NC. The strippers were well past their prime, the building was run down and all they had on tap was Old Milwaukee. Classy joint, no doubt. Well, we didn’t care and always had a blast there. We were already plastered so the Old Mil was going down about as smooth as possible. A little while into it my boy Nigel came over and said he’d paid one of the dancers ten dollars to give some attention to Gravely. I looked over and this old and not very attractive stripper was dancing in front of him. She then sat on the bar in front of Gravely, spread her legs, and grabbed his head pushing it towards her uncovered crotch. I don’t think anyone was prepared for what happened next. Gravely shot his head forward and started eating this old chick’s box. We lost it. My boys and I fell all over the place laughing. Then Gravely lifted his head from between the old stripper’s thighs, slowly took his glasses off, laid them beside him, turned his head and proclaimed to anyone within earshot “I’m the pussy monster!” Indeed, he sure looked the part the way he was going at it. At this point I was laughing so hard I had to step outside. Over the music and through the walls I could hear my buddies howling laughter. I thought my boy Dave was going to vomit when he came through the door trying to escape the hilarity. This was a legendary, with us, house of ill repute and no one, in the establishment, seemed to mind the fact that Gravely had his head buried in this old bat’s crotch on stage. This fact made things even funnier. Well we went back in and the dancer had managed to pry Gravely’s face out of her box and he just sat there smiling like a Cheshire cat. We laughed about this for months. Hell, my buddy Dave and I work together and still laugh about it sometimes. Gravely was one cool cat. I miss that kid sometimes.

comments (47)

Oh my god. Why you never shared this with us til now is indeed a mystery. Oh... wheeze... heave...

Sounds like a joint here in ATL, the Clermont Lounge. Situated under an old-ass hotel, the Beast is served in CANS ONLY and the women crush them between their breasts... The funk DJ there kicks ass... it's the weirdest thing ever.

by Linz at January 16, 2004 2:53 PM

Linz, you have to take me to that place when I come down there this summer for our industry conference. It sounds like something that shouldn't be missed. The Beast in cans is classy as hell and the ladies crushing them between their breasts adds such an original twist. Beautiful!

I just thought of Gravely the other day and thought I should share. I just wish I could fully describe this cat. He's one of those guys you have to meet to fully appreciate. I did feel sorry for him a lot of the time because the portion of his check he wasn't giving to this stripper he was sending home to his Mom and Dad. Evidently they were as poor as dirt and he was trying to help. It always made me sad.

by Ezy at January 16, 2004 3:06 PM

Thanks for the memories bro. I love telling that story too. Everytime I wear my Bottoms Up T-shirt I'm transported back to that magical night. God Bless You Graves! Wherever you are.

by DUTCHWHISKEY at January 16, 2004 3:29 PM

Dutchy, I wish everyone here could meet Gravely so they could fully understand. I hope that kid is ok. I wonder about him sometimes but can't even remember where he was from exactly. Wasn't it Arkansas or something?

You still have that Bottoms Up tee? That's hot bro. I wish I would've bought one now. Maybe a trip to Fayettnam is in order. I doubt that place has survived though.

by Ezy at January 16, 2004 3:45 PM

I thought he was W.Virginia.
I see you forgot that the t-shirt wasn't purchased. It was obtained by using the PSYOP diversion technique: Alpha-Sierra-Sierra-November-Echo-Charlie-Kilo

by DUTCHWHISKEY at January 16, 2004 4:09 PM

I know he isn't in WVA. I thought he was in Arkansas, Alabama, or somewhere like that. Now that I think about it, Alabama is it.

Ohhhhh, that's right. I almost forgot about the diversion technique. I think I need to start implementing that around here.

Sierre-Whisky-Echo-Echo-Tango

Hey, can you get Jon Stewart tickets for me and Amy. They're free ya know.

by Ezy at January 16, 2004 4:36 PM

whoa, watch the lingo Pencil-Ivory-Gonad-Delta-Ivory-Cumshot-Kilo-Sierra's.

that's kind of fun.

by lajo at January 16, 2004 4:46 PM

You're all over it Lajo!

by Ezy at January 16, 2004 4:54 PM

Once the entire offensive line and a couple receivers pulled a train on this chick called Lay It Down Sally. They then invited a guy much like Gravely into the room and shut the door. A few minutes later this tackle grabbed me and said, "Check this out." Sure enough this dweeb was eating her out! Seems this had happened before.

by anna at January 16, 2004 6:32 PM

Another story about strippers and stupid friends! You know, the same exact thing happened to one of my friends. I really laughed and laughed!

by Bob at January 17, 2004 10:07 PM

Yea Bob, I think everyone has a Gravely or two in their lives. It can be damn funny or damn sad depending on how you look at it.

Anna, that kid probably needs some expensive therapy. Why would you go there?

by Ezy at January 20, 2004 10:53 AM

Dear Capt. Ezy (of Bravo Company)


Oh sure, a guy like Gravely makes for great memories and relieved the tedium of the daily life of as a paratrooper, but how about when he's behind you on a night mass attack parachuted jump and you have to run off his T-10 twice before landing with your equipment non-deployed because of his stupidity? Did the "war" ever stop while the entire battalion looked for his lost rifle? I think it was guys like him that caused the city fathers to bulldoze "Fayette Nam" and replace it with boring sterility. Our guy's name was Tugman, and though we loved and protected him, whenever things went unexpectantly wrong, everyone in the group would harmonize his name as in the opening theme song for Batman, "Da na nun na nun na nun na nun a nun a nun a nuna TUGMAN!"

by Tango 6 at February 4, 2004 3:47 PM

Tango, thank God Gravely never went Airborne. That, my man, would've been a complete and utter disaster. Could you imagine getting equipment checked by someone who had trouble tying shoes and buttoning buttons. He would've never made it. There were too many idiots in the air as it was. I used to hate night jumps when it was cold as hell and you had to walk the DZ looking for some soup sandwich's weapon while freezing your ass off. That used to piss me off to no end.

by Ezy at February 4, 2004 5:40 PM

I WAS IN 2/319TH AFAR FROM 91-95, & WE ALWAYS LOVED GOING TO THE BOTTOMS UP BEFORE OR AFTER GOING TO THE MUG. MY FAVORITE DANCER WAS THIS LITTLE BLONDE NAMED TRISH WHO ENDED UP GETTING A BOOB JOB . ALSO THIS HOT DANCER NAMED "DIXIE" DANCED THERE AFTER HER DAYS AT RICK'S LOUNGE WERE NUMBERED. MY BUDDY PAGE WAS CALLING ONE OF THE DANCERS "LOVE CHUNKS" ONE NIGHT AND SHE ENDED UP GIVING HIM A FROSTED MUG OF PISS. THATS RIGHT SHE GOT MAD AT HIS NAME CALLING AND URINATED RIGHT INTO HIS MUG BEFORE GIVING IT TO HIM. I LOVED THAT HELL HOLE!!! COME ON ON ON ON ON BABY...BOTTOMS UP!!! HELL YEAH, AIRBORNE!!!!

by JAMES ALLEN - SPOON 6 at February 18, 2004 4:01 AM

EVENTHOUGH THE BOTTOMS UP WAS A SHITHOLE...I THINK THE WOMEN AT THE STRAC LOUNGE BY FAR WERE MORE SKANK THAN THE BOTTOMS UP GODDESSES. HEY DON'T FORGET ALL THE GOOK BARS ON HAY STREET. OB SALOON, PUMP HOUSE, SEVEN DWARFS, SKYROOM SALOON, KINGS DEN, ROSIES PALM HOUSE, SEOUL LOUNGE
REMEMBER ALL THOSE TRANSVESTITES THAT HUNG OUT ON THE OTHERSIDE OF THE CELLAR? WE CALLED IT THE FREAK SHOW...ON THE WAY BACK TO BRAGG WE ALWAYS DROVE BY THE FREAKSHOW AND YELLED INSULTS AT THOSE OLD BLACK MEN DRESSED IN DRAG "HEY BUDDY, ARE YOU A BASS OR A BARITONE?" HA, HA, HA, GOD I MISS THOSE DAYS!!! WHERE THE HELL YOU AT TIMITHY PAGE MORGAN , ED WERNIG, TELENKO,"P"-RATT ...OH BY THE WAY...I WAS A COOK AT 319TH AFAR...I HAVE SOME STORIES ABOUT THAT ALSO...BUT I'LL JUST STICK TO THE WANG DANG SWEET POONTANG STORIES!!!.. TRISH, ....ANOTHER OLD MILDOGGIE"

by JAMES ALLEN at February 18, 2004 5:17 PM

J, It's good to hear from another Bottoms Up patron and paratrooper. We loved that place. It was always anything goes. Dude! I remember "Dixie" from Ricks and Bottoms Up. Didn't she end up at the Cue & Ale? I seem to remember her going there then changing her stage name to "Destiny" or something. The Strac Lounge was, by far, the worst shithole of a strip club I have ever been in and I've been in a few. I didn't even want to sit down in that place. Hay street, now there's some crazy memories. They closed everything down on Hay and moved it to Bragg blvd. The beginning of the end. My buddy and I got taken at the Pump House when we first got to Bragg. We just didn't know any better and ended up about $70 lighter before we figured it out. Peace out bro'. "All The Way"

by Ezy at February 19, 2004 11:26 AM

HEY EZY, WE NEED TO GET A BUNCH OF BOTTOMS UP MONGERS TOGETHER AND HAVE A BOTTOMS UP REUNION. I HATE TO ADMIT IT BUT I REALLY LOVED THE BOTTOMS UP. I WISH I BOUGHT A T-SHIRT...THEY LOOKED COOL. DIXIE HAD THE MOST PERFECT ASS I'VE EVER SEEN. SHE TOLD ME HER REAL NAME WAS SADIE...BUT YOU NEVER CAN TRUST A STRIPPER HA, HA, HA..I REMEMBER WHEN THEY MOVED THE KOREAN BARS TO BRAGG BLVD., BUT I NEVER WENT TO MICKEYS OR THE OTHERS THEN. I LOVED THE MUG ALSO.
SAW WARRANT, TESLA, BROTHER CANE, SLAUGHTER, & BAD CO.
PLUS THIS BAR BAND CALLED BLIND GYPSY KICKED TOTAL ASS THERE. I WISH THE BOTTOMS UP HAD A WEB SITE!!

by JAMES "WHOREMONGER" ALLEN at February 20, 2004 7:04 AM

J, my buddy "Dutchy" who was at Bragg with me and commented above has a shirt. I wish to God I would've bought one of those. They were the most classy run down stripper joint tee shirts ever! A bottoms up reunion would be nothing short of fucking brilliant. I am still in touch with a few of my boys from Bragg and they would probably shit themselves at the invite. Do you know if that place survived at all? I haven't been back down to Bragg in about six or seven years. The Mug was pretty damn hopping. The only shitty thing was that it was always a sausage fest so you had to go to the local colleges or strip clubs and import women. That is unless you wanted to wake up with a female who looked like she'd been hit in the face with a shovel and outweighed you by 75 pounds. Those were the days.

Do you remember Clydes II? Wednesday night was nickle anything night. My roommates and I used to save our change all week, pool it together, walk in and put a huge pile right in the middle of the table, then tell the waitress to keep em coming until we ran out of change. That made for some shitty Thursdays running up Long Street. I sure don't miss that part!

by Ezy at February 20, 2004 10:34 AM

I WAS DRUNK AT THE MUG ONE NIGHT TALKING TO THIS UGLY CHICK NAMED "FISH", ANYWAY FISH WAS REALLY FUNNY, LOVED TO SIT AT THE BAR AND BULLSHIT WITH HER WHILE I WAS WATCHING THE BAND & ABUSING JACK DANIELS. SHE WANTED ME TO WALK OUTSIDE WITH HER TO MAKE A PHONE CALL. SHE STARTED RUBBING MY CROTCH UNTILL I HAD AN ERECTION. FISH WAS UGLY BUT I HAD THAT DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER SAYING,"JUST LET HER GIVE YOU HEAD". I ENDED UP TAKING HER TO THE BACK OF THE MUG WHERE MY FORD RANGER WAS PARKED. SHE GOT ONTOP OF ME AND MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS "GOD DAMN YOUR UGLY" I EVEN SPUN HER AROUND THINKING I COULD GET A QUIK NUT. MAYBE I WAS TOO DRUNK?? I WOULD SAY SHE WAS TOO UGLY. WHEN I WENT BACK INSIDE THE BARTENDER LUCIANA SAID "I HEARD YOU WERE HAVING SOME FUN IN THE BACK". ....BUSTED, I JUST LAUGHED AND SHRUGGED IT OFF. HEY EZY, I LIVE IN INDIANA, AND MY BUDDY HERE WAS IN 505TH P.I.R. HE WOULD PROBABLY COME TO THE BOTTOMS UP REUNION ALSO. I THINK ITS STILL THERE...DISCREET PARKING IN THE BACK HA, HA, HA I LOVED THOSE CHRISTMAS TREE LIGHTS THEY HAD ON THE OUTSIDE. I ALWAYS PLAYED THE SONG BOTTOMS UP BY VAN HALEN ON VH II THAT WAS IN THE JUKE BOX . I MISS FAYETTEVILLE. I HAD SO MUCH FUN. I ALSO LOVED THE ICEHOUSE IN WILMINGTON. LOTS OF BABES WITH THIER NIPPLES POKED THROUGH THIER SHIRTS . I'M SERIOUS ABOUT THE REUNION...ANY EXCUSE TO GO BACK TO FAYETTENAM

by JAMES ALLEN at February 20, 2004 11:36 PM

J, I think all of us ran across a "Fish" at least one night in Fayettenam. I'm convinced that Bragg is one of the few places in the US where large women can be choosy, turn down decent looking guys and still get laid. Man, do you remember how fierce the competition was for single women in clubs down there? It was brutal.

I'm in Northern VA and one of my buddies who was at Bragg with me now works with me so I know he'd be game. I'm also in touch with my boy Dutchy in NYC, he's the one with the shirt, and I think he'd be game. Shit man, lets see if we can set something up. It'll probably have to be late summer. During that time I can see if they're still open and still offer discreet parking in the back ;-) Hall, I think one of the guys I was in with is still at Bragg. I'll try to track him down so we can have an inside track.

by Ezy at February 22, 2004 11:39 AM

EZY, I'm TOTALLY SURE I COULD MAKE IT THIS SUMMER TO THE BOTTOMS UP. I HOPE ITS STILL THERE WITH THE SAME ATMOSPHERE IT HAD WHEN I WAS THERE. "FISH" WAS THE NICKNAME OF JAMIE...JUST ANOTHER BARRACKS WHORE ,I'M SURE HAS BEEN WITH AT LEAST ONE GUY FROM EVERY UNIT AT BRAGG. SHE HAD A TATTOO OF A FISH ON HER SHOULDER. SHE WAS REALLY A HOMELY LOOKING WOMAN. I THINK SHE WORKED AT THE AIRPORT IN FAYETTEVILLE. SHE WANTED ME TO TAKE HER BACK TO MY UNIT & BANG HER...BUT I JUST WANTED CHEAP THRILLS IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE MUG. THIS WAS ALL AFTER I GOT DIVORCED WHILE AT BRAGG...THE BOTTOMS UP & HAY STREET REALLY HELPED TAKE AWAY ALL THE PAIN I WAS FEELLING AT THE TIME. GOD BLESS ALL THOSE DRUG ADDICTED, MENTALLY FUCKED, TRASHY, HARLOTS FOR ALL THE AMUSEMENT THEY PROVIDED FOR ME. HEY EZY, DO YOU KNOW OF A GOOD WAY TO LOCATE EX BUDDIES THAT WERE AT BRAGG?

by JAMES "AIRBORNE SPOON" ALLEN at February 23, 2004 12:17 AM

Yea J, taking a "Fish" back to the barracks assured you of months of merciless ribbing in my unit. I did iit once, ONCE. Those guys just couldn't seem to let shit die.

If you want to find ex-buddies then the two best means I have found are military.com and you could also try the Ft. Bragg post locator. The post locator will only help if they are still at Bragg but they might have the information on where they PCSd to. I've found a few people using military.com but haven't tried the post locator yet. Most of the guys I want to stay in touch with I already know where they are.

Shit man, you got divorced while at Bragg too? I think that there was something in the water there. I screwed up and married a girl I'd met in AIT while on the rebound from my high school sweetheart. My HSW had been handing my ass to me for about two years with this freaky love triangle and I'd just had enough. The same day I told her that i was through this girl I'd dated in AIT shows up at my barracks door. We started hanging out then I received orders to Italy. Well, she didn't want to be apart so she asked me to marry her. I was young, stupid , and confused so I said yes. Big mistake. It lasted all of two months then I ended up back with my HSW. I didn't even get to go to Italy because of her MOS. Fuckin' shitty. Crazy world huh bro?

by Ezy at February 23, 2004 10:23 AM

WOMEN CAN BE AS RUTHLESS AS A WORLD WAR.
I MARRIED MY HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART ALSO.
I KNEW SHE WAS A TIME BOMB READY TO EXPLODE AT MY EXPENSE
BUT I FUCKING FELL IN LOVE WITH HER.
AFTER BEING BEAT THE FUCK UP BY JENNIFER & THE 82ND...
I"M ONE HUMBLE MOTHER FUCKER THAT AINT GONNA BE THE PUNCHING BAG AGAIN!!!!
TRISH....ANOTHER BEER!!!! CHECK OUT HER STRETCH MARKS EZY...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM BABY!!!!

by JAMES "SPOON 6" ALLEN at February 24, 2004 11:28 AM

Yea J, they can. So can we though. I've handed out my fair share of punishment in the past. I have just chalked all of that up to a learning experience and took what I could from it. What I've learned more than anything is to not make the same mistakes I made then. It hurts like hell but there is always someone out there waiting for you. My experience humbled me too but I'm not too sure that that isn't a good thing. I'm much nicer now than I used to be. The Army is so tough on relationships. Long distance is a bitch.

Trish!! A cold Old Milwaukee please, hold the fromunda! Mmmmmmm. Stretch marks.

by Ezy at February 24, 2004 2:25 PM

HEY EZY, I LOVED RICK'S LOUNGE ALSO. THERE WAS NOTHING LIKE BEING TOTALLY HAMMERED WITH A FOSTERS OIL CAN IN HAND AND WATCHING DIXIE WITH HER LITTLE PETITE FRAME AND HER PERFECT SHAPELY ASS!!!.... OH YEAH, JACKYL "WHEN WILL IT RAIN" BLAZING THROUGH THE PA!! ROCKnROLL!!!!!!!

by JAMES "SPOON 6" ALLEN at February 27, 2004 11:49 AM

Yea Man, Ricks was a classy joint too. I caught Misty Rain there doing an erotic dance tour of the US. I laid back on the bar and she picked a dollar off of my face with her nether region. I was in love. I wanted to wait and see if I could talk her into one of my fantasies but her body guards looked like two fucking redwoods standing by her door. I thought better of it. Damn!

by Ezy at March 8, 2004 11:49 AM

I had the luxury of seeing Miss Lotta Curves At Rick's Lounge. This Dame Had some ungodly breast"Fake Of Course" Anyway she had this older civillian dude on stage barking like a dog. Quality entertainment to say the least. Later on I'm sure i stumbled into one of the korean bars and ended up broke , hungover, & proud to be living life to its fullest.
AT LEAST IN FAYETTENAM THAT IS.

by JAMES ALLEN at March 9, 2004 7:39 AM

J, those Korean places would break you quick. "Buy me drink GI, buy me drink". What they failed to mention is that the damned drink costs thirty dollars. I tasted one and it was watered down so much that you'd have had to drink sixty of them to catch a buzz. Hand job in the back anyone?

by Ezy at March 10, 2004 12:36 PM

I,ve been in every Korean Bar on Hay Street. I've been upstairs and in back rooms, $40 dollar hand jobs are sometimes woth its weight in gold.
There were some pretty women & some pretty ugly women.
But when your young, drunk, & crazy ...Its all good!!!

THE SURGEON GENERAL HAS DETERMINED THAT EXCESSIVE MASTURBATION IS HAZARDOUS TO YOUR SELF WORTH.
(SAVE YOURSELF & VISTIT A KOREAN BAR G.I.)

by JAMES "SPOON 6" ALLEN at March 13, 2004 2:03 PM

My penis hurts when i urinate. Does that mean i have venereal disease?
OH GOD I'M SCARED!!!!

by Bubba at June 8, 2004 1:55 AM

Yes if you picked up these slut's Missy Miller or Lisa Lawson from South Beach.Or grabed them while they are just at one of the barracks fucking everyone in sight.They have to be to biggest whore's in Fayetteville.Your not even safe to fuck them with a rubber on they are fucking nasty.Trust me I know all to well.

by Ryan Donavon at June 15, 2004 4:03 PM

Well Bubba, have you been doing things you shouldn't. If you've been participating in at risk behavior then I would mosey on over to the clinic and get rodded. If you haven't it could be a urinary tract infection. Better to be safe than sorry though.

Ryan, I don't know either of them, thank God.

by Ezy at June 15, 2004 4:40 PM

Be glad you don't.I was unlucky to find out the hard way.Lisa and Missy get around to all the barrack's.They screwed just about the whole 18th,505th,25th.Geez I could sit here all day and tell you unit's.But hell just catch them at South Beach they will screw you right in the parking lot.Missy does give a good bj and don't waste a drop.Lisa is just one sick mental case.Missy she is a wasted drunk.They will do anything.Take them back to the barrack's they will take care of your whole unit just line them up.

by Ryan Donavon at June 15, 2004 5:14 PM

We had a couple of girls like that. Man, they fucked everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, in the barracks. One of them ended up giving a guy in my barracks herpes. Dumbass went in without a cover one night while he was drunk. Those girls, Polly and Destiny, were grimy my man. I'm so glad I came out the other side without some disease. I wasn't making the best decisions of my life, at that point, but there wasn't enough alcohol in Fayetteville to make me go in either of them without a hat. You might as well play in traffic.

by Ezy at June 15, 2004 5:51 PM

Ha guy's this is a trip back in time for me.When were you guy's at Bragg.I use to play at the Mug all the time.I use to play for Subway.Gibraltar and then Steel Rain.In fact Iam from the Ville.James you sound like someone I met.I mean I met alot of GI's ton's.And must say they were the greatest bunch of nut's I ever have had a chance to play for you guy's made it the the beast place to play.It was so much fun.I loved the Mug it was my home bar.Sadly it is now closed.Fish yea she got around to anyone she could.Missy Miller what a joke she is.I can't her still out doing the same old crap she was doing back in the 80's.She has to be 34 or 35 now.I guess she has drunk herself stupid.I went to school with that chick.And yes she is nasty.What was your fav night's to go to the Mug.I liked to play Dare to Bare night...Iam sure you remember that night mid week.I really liked the weekend's when you guy's got payed.Don't take that the wrong way.Just the place would be packed arm to arm.The one thing I hated was when you guy's were getting sent to the Gulf was having to read those note's from from Bragg that such and such unit your shipping out.I can still to this day see and feel the fear in some those guy's eye's when you called out thier unit.It's a feeling I wil never forget the rest of my life.Apart of me left as I watched each one turn and walk out the door.Some whom I had made good friend's with.I just happen to find this page by playing around and did a search on the Mug.Now I have a chance to thank any and all who read this that may remember the band's I played for.You guy's are the ones who made the Mug rock.I would give anything to go back and relive playing one night for all you guy's.Then take you all to The OtherSide and buy you a shot of Jack.And Ryan dude I Missy didn't give you nothing to bad guy.Don't know the Lisa girl but Missy is well just to gross to even discribe in word's.I will check back later.Bottom's Up what a whole in the wall Rick's ruled.Later Guy's Troy

by Troy at June 16, 2004 5:48 PM

Hey Troy, I was at Bragg from 93 - 97. I went to many Dare to Bare nights. That shit was outrageously fun. I'm pretty sure I have seen Steel Rain at the Mug but my memory isn't what it used to be. If you played with the band I think you did then you guys rocked the fucking house. I can't believe they closed the Mug. That sucks. Do you know if Bottoms Up is still open?

by Ezy at June 17, 2004 12:10 PM

Yes sir Ezy Bottem's Up is still there don't think it will ever die.Even improved some dancer wise.For the best music left here is at Kagneys on Saturday night's which is now rock night.They still have some decent band's around.There are alot of new bar's now.The Topless bar's for the most have all gone that extra up scale step.There is some really nice ones now.Yea I would have to say you seen us .This was our home town and the Mug would alway's be jam packed when we came home to play here.If you do remember us here is a link to one of our old poster's...With a little story of where are now.You might be suprized.No we are not from Atlanta like it say's.We are from the Ville.Iam really from Sping Lake.But hell Bragg,Sping Lake,The Ville,Hope Mills just one big town.And that bar South Beach or The Palmino is two bar's in one.It use to be called Dallas.Here is that link. Later Troy.

http://www.metal-sludge.com/ExposedSevendustStereomud.htm

by Troy at June 18, 2004 2:38 AM

Live link now.

by Troy at June 18, 2004 2:39 AM

BLIND GYPSY WAS MY FAVORITE BAND AT THE MUG. .. UNTILL THEY STARTED PLAYING GRUNGE , AND STARTED REPLACING THE OTHER GUITARIST. I SAW WARRANT THERE , MAN THERE WAS SO MUCH PUSSY THERE THAT NIGHT I COULD SMELL PUSSY FOR A WEEK AFTER THAT CONCERT

by JAMES "SPOON 6" ALLEN at August 8, 2004 12:58 AM

I was at Bragg 87-89...what a time. I remember one day at the Bottoms up, just after a court date (speeding, trespassing.....typical 5-0 shit on Army dudes) I had the afternoon off for the court date. Court was over before lunch so my friend and fellow "defendant" stopped by the "BU"....I had never been to a joint like that. I order a beer from some trailer skank...and the n ext thing I know is there is a Reebok on the bar, belonging to a nasty hag just gyrating her crotch in my face...I gave her a tip as long as she would stop. I damned near needed therapy.
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As far as gthe Mug goes...what a place that was. Back then you had your choice of "ass kicking, ear splitting, beer spilling, moshing rock & roll or Club Neo. Ya'll know what I am talking about. I was re-assigned to Bragg in '95 and have been here ever since. The Mug has changed its name and lost it's edge (from what i heard). The last time I was there was when Godsmack opened up for Sevendust which shares top honors for most ass kicked in live show with Black Flag at U of Oregon in '86.

by Juan at September 5, 2004 12:10 AM

I was at Bragg 87-89...what a time. I remember one day at the Bottoms up, just after a court date (speeding, trespassing.....typical 5-0 shit on Army dudes) I had the afternoon off for the court date. Court was over before lunch so my friend and fellow "defendant" stopped by the "BU"....I had never been to a joint like that. I order a beer from some trailer skank...and the n ext thing I know is there is a Reebok on the bar, belonging to a nasty hag just gyrating her crotch in my face...I gave her a tip as long as she would stop. I damned near needed therapy.
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As far as gthe Mug goes...what a place that was. Back then you had your choice of "ass kicking, ear splitting, beer spilling, moshing rock & roll or Club Neo. Ya'll know what I am talking about. I was re-assigned to Bragg in '95 and have been here ever since. The Mug has changed its name and lost it's edge (from what i heard). The last time I was there was when Godsmack opened up for Sevendust which shares top honors for most ass kicked in live show with Black Flag at U of Oregon in '86.

by Juan at September 5, 2004 12:10 AM

What's up Juan? Good to hear from a fellow Bottoms Up patron. I don't know about you but I always felt like taking a shower as soon as I left that place. Good times though. You ever make it to the Pump House on Hay?

by Ezy at September 6, 2004 12:02 PM

I never made it there....Then I was pretty much the barracks rat, car-less, pvt in an "NCO- heavy school. That being said, I did not get around much. I will have to drive by the BU and check it out. Hay street has changed so much in the last 15 yrs. In fact there is now a police station on top of the ruins of the seedier establishments of old Hay St.

by Juan at September 19, 2004 11:41 AM

I just wanted to wish all you paratroopersthat was in the'Eighty Deuce" or at Bragg that went to the Bottoms Up & The Mug A Merry Christmas & A Happy New Year!!!!
I feel a connection with you fuckers!!! Reading these messages makes me miss Fort Bragg & Fayetteville so much!!! I MISS YOU TRISH & DIXIE!!!!

And a final message to "fish"...a.k.a. Jaimie.....Your fun to talk to at the bar....But, DAMN YOUR UGLY!! WOOOOOO!!!!!!

by James "SPOON 6" ALLEN at December 24, 2004 7:07 PM

Wow I was just surfing i never thought in a million years that there would be anything around the net about Ricks or the Mug I was a reg. at both places. I remiber the dare to bare yeah those were the days anytime i go back to Bragg i try to find something remotely close to the Mug or ricks and its just not there those were places you could go and feel like there is no place you would rather be. There is on chick that i do rember she worked at Ricks and she did alot of the contest at the mug she was hot they called her Ice. Sometimes you sit back and just think about the past and wounder where it went and why it had to end so fast. Thanks for the trip.I needed it.
t.scott

by T,Scott at November 2, 2005 7:31 AM

Damn I miss that Ricks lounge, I remember this chick named "Molly". she was Philipino I think, but what a hard body. When I was in 1/325, these three fellas, Dreadfullwater who is an american indian, Jimmy, and a couple others would be down there all night. Well 0530 PT rolled around and they would stroll in to the barracks. They would have about 5 minutes to change into PT clothes and go out and run 2-5 miles withthe then SFC Charley Thorpes platoon. You could smell alcohol all during the run down Ardennes. Those were the days. I miss my 82nd buds and the Rick's chicks.

by Dickey at June 13, 2006 1:44 PM


Nice reading. This brings back alot of memories for me. I have been stationed at Bragg since 1985. I have een to and seen them all: Rick's, the Cellar, BU, and the MUG. Two guys from my plattonactually tied up traffic by having a fistfight in the street in front of the MUG once. Molly is still in town but doesnt dance anymore.
Does anyone remember midget tossing at Ricks? Those were the days. Mickeys cant compare

by mdaw at September 26, 2006 12:43 PM

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