Yea, I'm sorry I've been slacking on the posts recently. Actually I can't even remember the last time I posted...
...let me check the old ones...back in a minute.
...hmmm. Looks like it's been well over a month. Like I said, sorry.
...hey I said I was sorry. Get off my back; you're not my mother...
...unless, of course, my mom happens to be reading this. In that case, Hi, Mom. Didn't you say you weren't going to read my blog anymore? That's what I thought.
Anyway...did I tell you I might be coming home early? Yep.
Yea, I know I haven't posted so you wouldn't know I might be coming home early. I already said I was sorry. Jesus...you're never happy.
No wonder I don't post anymore with you on my ass all the time. Fuck.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Run
I remember sitting at the edge of my bed trying to make sense of it all.
What happened?
I fired a roach that was in the ashtray with a couple quick hits and kicked at one of the empty Mickey’s bottles scattered on the floor.
How did my life get so fucked up?
Somewhere to the east my girlfriend was fucking her boss, my roommate’s girlfriend was wrapped in a sheet behind me, the woman I loved ignored me and I wouldn’t meet the girl that would change my life for seven more years.
I was a bad student, an unfaithful boyfriend, a horrible friend and an even worse son.
I was failing most of my classes, owed a lot of people a lot of money and had a not too hidden drug problem…too much for a nineteen year old to handle and I wasn’t even at the bottom yet. Hell, it’d still be a few weeks until I tried to kill myself.
I could run.
If I picked up my desk chair and threw it through the fucking window, I could escape. I could just run…out the window and through the dark to the cemetery across the street. Run. Then I’d be gone. No school. No family. No headaches. No problems. Just keep running.
Every day after, I looked at that chair and I looked at that window and thought, “Go…run. Just get the fuck out of here.”
That was long time ago…a half a lifetime away. I don’t know why but I never did put that chair through that window. I had every reason to do it, but I didn’t…and looking back I’m glad.
What happened?
I fired a roach that was in the ashtray with a couple quick hits and kicked at one of the empty Mickey’s bottles scattered on the floor.
How did my life get so fucked up?
Somewhere to the east my girlfriend was fucking her boss, my roommate’s girlfriend was wrapped in a sheet behind me, the woman I loved ignored me and I wouldn’t meet the girl that would change my life for seven more years.
I was a bad student, an unfaithful boyfriend, a horrible friend and an even worse son.
I was failing most of my classes, owed a lot of people a lot of money and had a not too hidden drug problem…too much for a nineteen year old to handle and I wasn’t even at the bottom yet. Hell, it’d still be a few weeks until I tried to kill myself.
I could run.
If I picked up my desk chair and threw it through the fucking window, I could escape. I could just run…out the window and through the dark to the cemetery across the street. Run. Then I’d be gone. No school. No family. No headaches. No problems. Just keep running.
Every day after, I looked at that chair and I looked at that window and thought, “Go…run. Just get the fuck out of here.”
That was long time ago…a half a lifetime away. I don’t know why but I never did put that chair through that window. I had every reason to do it, but I didn’t…and looking back I’m glad.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Care Package
A buddy of mine here was talking to his old lady on the phone and she goes, "Hey, I think somebody hacked our credit card number online cause I noticed somebody charged $65 to some porn website."
What she didn't know is that he ordered a 5 lb bag of pistachios online to have delivered here...
...from www.nutsonline.com
What she didn't know is that he ordered a 5 lb bag of pistachios online to have delivered here...
...from www.nutsonline.com
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Still Alive
Just thought I would drop a line to let everyone know I'm still alive. Sorry I haven't written more but as you can imagine, I'm pretty busy. I'm working night shift now...12 hours minimum...sleep all day. So my time is filled with work, sleep, working out and emailing my favorite women.
It's amazing how technology has changed wartime communications even since the first gulf war. I remember back on my first deployment, waiting around for a whole week just to be able to get out a quick 20 minute phone call. Now the wife and I not only email twice a day, but we usually have a running chat going on gmail.
Anyway....
I promised some pictures, didn't I:
It's amazing how technology has changed wartime communications even since the first gulf war. I remember back on my first deployment, waiting around for a whole week just to be able to get out a quick 20 minute phone call. Now the wife and I not only email twice a day, but we usually have a running chat going on gmail.
Anyway....
I promised some pictures, didn't I:
Yea...I know...thrilling.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tattoo
For some reason, I feel the need to get another tattoo. Don't know why, but it could be a need to mark this time and place.
...course I'll have to wait until I get back...
...and then I'll probably forget about it.
I'm really going to have to put some thought into this. It's been over three years since my last one and a hell of a lot has changed in my life since then.
...like a lot.
Hmmmmm...this is going to take some thought.
Any suggestions?
...course I'll have to wait until I get back...
...and then I'll probably forget about it.
I'm really going to have to put some thought into this. It's been over three years since my last one and a hell of a lot has changed in my life since then.
...like a lot.
Hmmmmm...this is going to take some thought.
Any suggestions?
Monday, August 24, 2009
Notes from the Front
1. Little known fact, Afghanistan is actually only 42.7 miles from the sun.
2. If you can shit in an Afghan porta-potty, you can shit anywhere.
3. Just because someone sounds like Apu and calls you "my friend" that doesn't mean he is.
4. Of course that joke was funny Captain. I wasn't laughing cause...cause...I was thinking about all the suffering in the world. It's sad, really.
5. Official Sayings for the week: "Why you crying? You're tough." and "Don't make me pop a trunk."
6. If I had a vat of hand sanitizer, I would jump in it over my head and probably still not feel clean.
7. For some reason I can't post comments. I can read them. I just can't post my own. I guess I'll have to write a post later on that is just answers to comments.
8. No, I'm not going to discuss missions, operations, attacks, counter-intelligence, defense, offense or special teams. Don't bother asking. In fact, you guys will never hear about any of the really cool shit unless you come find me in person some day and buy me a beer.
9. I've been working on this post for three days.
10. We found the clippers and yes Virginia, I shaved my head. It's not like I have a date later.
11. We started a deployment mustache contest. I'm winning. Yeah me.
12. There is a better than average chance that I won't see one single Steelers game this year.
13. I found a coffee pot that other day, so now I can have coffee whenever I want. Apparently you didn't hear me. I CAN HAVE COFFEE WHENEVER I WANT. If you don't understand how great that is, your life is too easy.
2. If you can shit in an Afghan porta-potty, you can shit anywhere.
3. Just because someone sounds like Apu and calls you "my friend" that doesn't mean he is.
4. Of course that joke was funny Captain. I wasn't laughing cause...cause...I was thinking about all the suffering in the world. It's sad, really.
5. Official Sayings for the week: "Why you crying? You're tough." and "Don't make me pop a trunk."
6. If I had a vat of hand sanitizer, I would jump in it over my head and probably still not feel clean.
7. For some reason I can't post comments. I can read them. I just can't post my own. I guess I'll have to write a post later on that is just answers to comments.
8. No, I'm not going to discuss missions, operations, attacks, counter-intelligence, defense, offense or special teams. Don't bother asking. In fact, you guys will never hear about any of the really cool shit unless you come find me in person some day and buy me a beer.
9. I've been working on this post for three days.
10. We found the clippers and yes Virginia, I shaved my head. It's not like I have a date later.
11. We started a deployment mustache contest. I'm winning. Yeah me.
12. There is a better than average chance that I won't see one single Steelers game this year.
13. I found a coffee pot that other day, so now I can have coffee whenever I want. Apparently you didn't hear me. I CAN HAVE COFFEE WHENEVER I WANT. If you don't understand how great that is, your life is too easy.
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