sick notes: I once had a black whore. I had just gotten out of boot camp. I was 18 years old. We all went off base and got rooms and got some alcohol. We hadn't drank for eight weeks, and hadn't seen a girl. All we saw in san Diego was black tarmac we had to march on all day splattered with the puke of sailors forced to march and calisthenics right after their breakfast. The seagulls made a feast out of their vomit. The drill instructors used it as a tool of humiliation. As soon as we started drinking, these whores started coming to our doors. They were all black whores. We let them all into our rooms and then they offered up our services. This one I had was friendly enough, I don't remember much now, but she had an accent like she was from somewhere in the south. She stuck the condom on before I even knew she was there and started in on it and I finished in no time. I was nervous because she was black. I had never been with a black woman. She seemed alright. I wish she wasn't a whore though.