On leave between Navy Finance Center and NAS Barbers Point.
Jimmy Morris asks me for my SSN. My antenna buzzed. And I asked him why he needed it. He said something about maybe he might need "to catch up with me" in the Navy. So despite my better judgement I gave it to me. Weeks later I would understand the error of my ways. As he probably used it to identify me to the Navy when the chain of command started fuckin with me over Lisa Morris.
His older brother Butch Morris drove a general around in the Army. And probably understood the military, at that point in the 80s, used a persons SSN as identification
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