What a good weekend. Relaxing, spent time at home with family and friends. Got off work, mowed the yard, worked out and watched the cutest damn 2 yr old run around in circles and just let it wash all over me. Sometimes we lose sight of the little things because the big things seem so tall. Its learning how to smile all over again and remembering that its the life we love to live thats worth getting out of bed.
I went looking for answers at the bottom of the bottle last nite. And sometimes thats not a bad thing. The answer is never there but the journey was the thing. The throat burn of a stiff drink and that warm feeling in your gut as everyone around starts to smile and dance. 5 people and 2 kids, all stages of life, finding out that right now is all we got. I have a gaurd around me and my heart thats tough to crack, my fear of getting hurt is sometimes overwhelming. Its hard for me to open up to family, friends, lovers and sometimes myself. I end up hurting others just to save myself in the long run and that is no way to treat the people in my life.
After the kids and the girls all fell asleep the music kept playing, the football games still went on and I sat down with two of my best friends and just let it all out. The problem with telling a secret to anyone is fearing the judgement on the end, we just need someone to listen instead of waiting to respond. But last nite I asked for guidance, I need some every now and then and its good to have points of view that arent you own to look in on from time to time. We didnt solve anything last nite, we talked about them. The world is still at war, people still need food....I dont have problems.
I woke up this morning wondering about all the things that I thought id dreamed. I checked my phone and cleaned up the home. The world around me is still spinning but I know last nite that I looked at that bitch and couldnt stop grinnin.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Who doesnt want a Rob Pattinson Haircut?
Its the kinda night where I had to write. Came home from work and went for a 2 mile run and then sat on the back deck with a pen and paper, head phones on just enjoying the setting sun.
I had a line that I had stuck on a peice of paper for quite a long time "He's given himself away" and I couldnt think of where to go with it for a long time, then I just kinda sat there and thought about a man falling apart. Things always fall apart and usually other people see it coming and no one does any thing about it. I ran with this idea of looking at someone who was just plodding and wasting time. So here is what I came up with....
"He's heard it all before
and that leaves him wanting something more
he's always had one foot out the door
convinced himself that he was nothing to his girl
He can't see the long and waiting line
tired of hearing 'boy, you'll be fine'
He's been broken now for a long time
walking away just to leave his world behind
He's given himself away
to be left in little pieces
he takes whats left
wonders 'what does she see in me'
He does whatever he wants to
because he is left with nothing to hold on to
be strong and dammit act like a man
but somethings he just doesnt understand
you can see the limp in his walk
the pain in his voice when he talks
he smiles but there is a lot to hide
so much he cant hide behind his eyes
He's given himself away
to be left in little pieces
he takes whats left
wondering 'what does she see in me?'
....its scary to look back at those lyrics and see so much of myself and my past relationships in the drying ink on those pages. In writing classes, they tell you to write what you know. That is scary, its the looking within and at the man in the mirror that has always taken its toll on me.
I wrote a short story that involved stories I accumulated from friends and twisted them around with a dark, sharper edge and it made me hate things for a long time. I lost sleep, almost disappearing because I had become disgusted with the characters that seemed so close to home. I havent written that character since because it just ruins things for me.
Songs are easy, songs are stories that can be any little thing I think about. It starts with a word or it starts with a chord but usually the process is refreshing and fun for me.
I had a line that I had stuck on a peice of paper for quite a long time "He's given himself away" and I couldnt think of where to go with it for a long time, then I just kinda sat there and thought about a man falling apart. Things always fall apart and usually other people see it coming and no one does any thing about it. I ran with this idea of looking at someone who was just plodding and wasting time. So here is what I came up with....
"He's heard it all before
and that leaves him wanting something more
he's always had one foot out the door
convinced himself that he was nothing to his girl
He can't see the long and waiting line
tired of hearing 'boy, you'll be fine'
He's been broken now for a long time
walking away just to leave his world behind
He's given himself away
to be left in little pieces
he takes whats left
wonders 'what does she see in me'
He does whatever he wants to
because he is left with nothing to hold on to
be strong and dammit act like a man
but somethings he just doesnt understand
you can see the limp in his walk
the pain in his voice when he talks
he smiles but there is a lot to hide
so much he cant hide behind his eyes
He's given himself away
to be left in little pieces
he takes whats left
wondering 'what does she see in me?'
....its scary to look back at those lyrics and see so much of myself and my past relationships in the drying ink on those pages. In writing classes, they tell you to write what you know. That is scary, its the looking within and at the man in the mirror that has always taken its toll on me.
I wrote a short story that involved stories I accumulated from friends and twisted them around with a dark, sharper edge and it made me hate things for a long time. I lost sleep, almost disappearing because I had become disgusted with the characters that seemed so close to home. I havent written that character since because it just ruins things for me.
Songs are easy, songs are stories that can be any little thing I think about. It starts with a word or it starts with a chord but usually the process is refreshing and fun for me.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Lets blog about sex baby
"you can lie between her legs and go looking for, tell her you're searching for her soul" - Damien Rice
Everybody's doin it.
It's easily the best thing in the world, forget your sunrise/sunset, the best drug, the best rush comes from skin on skin. It can be anything and everything you want it to be; the catharsis, the anger, the sorrow, the sweet, the rough and even the worst. Everyone has that one story, that one person that just couldnt make things happen.
I have a pretty liberal view of sex, maybe its the hippie part of me or just the fact that I am simply hedonistic, or that I went to college and to bars and made lots of bad decisions. Either way I think a lot of people arent having enough sex. This country is still amazingly scared to see it, talk about it, that it makes me laugh. Although people would rather tell you bout the last person they fucked instead of talk about politics without fighting about it.
I have done stupid things for sex, i have burned bridges, I have gotten my own heart broken, I have broken hearts all in the name of sex. In one of my english classes in college the professor said you can only write about 3 things....love, sex, death. He also went on to talk about how sex caused the other two so really the only thing to talk about was sex; either its happening or being repressed.
Sometimes I feel like woman can think of any reason not to have sex. The guy isnt tall enough, he has a weird laugh, they are stressed about work, they want to be single, they have a headache. It is amazing how much I have heard girls that are friends of mine talk about why they wouldnt go out with someone/sleep with them. Its comical but its also a telling trait I learned about woman through my own adventures. I have no problem with ladies choosing how they go about their sex lives, but when its obvious that a girl just needs to get laid you cant help but laugh at the things that get in the way.
....guys, on the other hand, will think of any reason to have sex. She has a great smile, she could be hot, she talked to me outside of class, its tuesday, its any second of every day. One of the funniest things I've heard about men is that we have two heads and only enough blood to run one. We all know which one is in control all the time. Its like the floating sword macbeth follows, a power unlike anything. I remember going through puberty and the hell that was a rando boner mid class...the feeling of what the hell is going on with me. Funny thing is how much that still goes on now and I am 25. I was walking through work the other day and saw a nurse with a phenomenal booty and just ended up following her and getting lost with out even realizing.
The best part about sex is the little things. The kiss behind the ear, biting of the lip, a deep breathe at the right time, body heat, kissing down the spine, finger nails digging in, hands that seem to be everywhere. Its the passion, its the ultimate letting go. Its beauty, its art.
So my thoughts are have lots of sex. Morning sex, shower sex, all kinds of sex. It will make you smile
Everybody's doin it.
It's easily the best thing in the world, forget your sunrise/sunset, the best drug, the best rush comes from skin on skin. It can be anything and everything you want it to be; the catharsis, the anger, the sorrow, the sweet, the rough and even the worst. Everyone has that one story, that one person that just couldnt make things happen.
I have a pretty liberal view of sex, maybe its the hippie part of me or just the fact that I am simply hedonistic, or that I went to college and to bars and made lots of bad decisions. Either way I think a lot of people arent having enough sex. This country is still amazingly scared to see it, talk about it, that it makes me laugh. Although people would rather tell you bout the last person they fucked instead of talk about politics without fighting about it.
I have done stupid things for sex, i have burned bridges, I have gotten my own heart broken, I have broken hearts all in the name of sex. In one of my english classes in college the professor said you can only write about 3 things....love, sex, death. He also went on to talk about how sex caused the other two so really the only thing to talk about was sex; either its happening or being repressed.
Sometimes I feel like woman can think of any reason not to have sex. The guy isnt tall enough, he has a weird laugh, they are stressed about work, they want to be single, they have a headache. It is amazing how much I have heard girls that are friends of mine talk about why they wouldnt go out with someone/sleep with them. Its comical but its also a telling trait I learned about woman through my own adventures. I have no problem with ladies choosing how they go about their sex lives, but when its obvious that a girl just needs to get laid you cant help but laugh at the things that get in the way.
....guys, on the other hand, will think of any reason to have sex. She has a great smile, she could be hot, she talked to me outside of class, its tuesday, its any second of every day. One of the funniest things I've heard about men is that we have two heads and only enough blood to run one. We all know which one is in control all the time. Its like the floating sword macbeth follows, a power unlike anything. I remember going through puberty and the hell that was a rando boner mid class...the feeling of what the hell is going on with me. Funny thing is how much that still goes on now and I am 25. I was walking through work the other day and saw a nurse with a phenomenal booty and just ended up following her and getting lost with out even realizing.
The best part about sex is the little things. The kiss behind the ear, biting of the lip, a deep breathe at the right time, body heat, kissing down the spine, finger nails digging in, hands that seem to be everywhere. Its the passion, its the ultimate letting go. Its beauty, its art.
So my thoughts are have lots of sex. Morning sex, shower sex, all kinds of sex. It will make you smile
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
"no, i am not where I belong"
I am looking for that shining light to guide me home - Dallas Green
Listening to some sad bastard music per usual around the night time for me. Had one of those days of just total apathy. I didnt eat well, didnt eat enough, had to cut my run short and felt like crap in general afterwards. I have to take this week off from lifting because my shoulders had been killing me from over use and I know my body pretty well now. it also doesnt help when mom brings home fresh apple crisp a lady made her at school. just get back on the wagon tomorrow.
Like i said, it was one of those days where I little energy to give a shit about any thing. I did my work, left on time, and invested little of my mental capacity to change. Today was the kind of the day where you think about calling in sick on friday but I already had a day off last week.
My weekend plans keep changing, go to charlotte, go to app for football game, go to raleigh, go to a concert. Such a cross roads right now that I hate that it all falls on me to make a decision. sometimes it sucks to be alone because a little help in choice will make my day right now.
at least tomorrow is wednesday.
going to get to bed early tonite, last weekend is catching up with me really hard and I lack it all to care. I need sleep, I need fun, I need sex, I need a good drink, I need friends, I need family...but the sad thing is I dont know which ones I want right now.
So I'll just sleep on it....
Listening to some sad bastard music per usual around the night time for me. Had one of those days of just total apathy. I didnt eat well, didnt eat enough, had to cut my run short and felt like crap in general afterwards. I have to take this week off from lifting because my shoulders had been killing me from over use and I know my body pretty well now. it also doesnt help when mom brings home fresh apple crisp a lady made her at school. just get back on the wagon tomorrow.
Like i said, it was one of those days where I little energy to give a shit about any thing. I did my work, left on time, and invested little of my mental capacity to change. Today was the kind of the day where you think about calling in sick on friday but I already had a day off last week.
My weekend plans keep changing, go to charlotte, go to app for football game, go to raleigh, go to a concert. Such a cross roads right now that I hate that it all falls on me to make a decision. sometimes it sucks to be alone because a little help in choice will make my day right now.
at least tomorrow is wednesday.
going to get to bed early tonite, last weekend is catching up with me really hard and I lack it all to care. I need sleep, I need fun, I need sex, I need a good drink, I need friends, I need family...but the sad thing is I dont know which ones I want right now.
So I'll just sleep on it....
Monday, September 6, 2010
another day in paradise
listening to ryan adams and watching college football...life doesnt get any better.
Took the weekend off, went down to paradise in Lake Oconee, Georgia. Stayed at my uncles house. The amount of wealth there is startling, somethings I dont understand. But it was a great weekend and I got to drink lots of liqour, shoot some pool, eat good food, sat 1st row on the upper deck at the heels game and played golf. Any weekend with half of those things is a damn good weekend. I relaxed, I forgot and I just smiled...until the heels went down 20. But even that didnt really bother me which is rare for a football game.
I am not easily moved or appalled. I love a crude joke as much as any one and I am not afraid to push peoples buttons for no reason. but I saw somethings this weekend that absolutely blew my mind. I get as fired up about college football games as anyone I know, but fans for LSU took that to another level. This is not me saying UNC fans dont do stupid ass shit and say things that are disgusting but Ive never seen anything like this even on a DOOK v UNC level. At the pep rally before the game the bands were playing and fans of both teams were mingling. I was pounding 8 dollar bud lites and a group of middle school UNC fans were going around and having a great time. One of this kids happened to be a ginger, a red head, and a group of very adult LSU fans started to make fun of this kid. They didnt say UNC sucks or that we cheat, they made fun of the kid for being a ginger, to his face, just because he wore light blue. One of the guys then knocked his UNC flag out of his hand and they laughed as they walked away. I didnt know how to respond, Ive never felt so pissed at something. I couldnt bring myself to say something because it would have started something that probably would've ended horribly. But as I watched a lady pick up the kids flag I couldnt help but wonder what this could would remember from that day and I hope it wasnt moment.
Thing that most disturbed me this weekend was a t-shirt. Everyone loves a funny t-shirt. One with holes that says "who farted" or something like that. Saw an LSU fan with a shirt on that said "You can spell CUNT without UNC" This shirt was bright purple and yellow and very easy to read. Now I get some people can say things behind closed doors but the fact that this guy was wearing this shirt in public, around large groups of woman and a bunch of kids absolutely left me speechless. There are a few words that you rarely hear people say and they provide such venom and hate that its really uncool to hear. Ive dealt with the word Nigger a lot living in the south and its one of those things I shrugged off along time until my sister married a black man and they now have a kid. Its something I take personal and its attacking my family. I got into a very heated altercation with one of my best friends in college after using that word in front of me and I have never had to be restrained by friends before or since that moment. I hardly hear cunt any more, its faded out a lot with the generation but it still has a bite to it. and to see it on a t-shirt in public let me know that some people really have no care about others. The real irony of it being that he was wearing a gold cross over his shirt....but thats a whole nother post that would only make me even more upset.
I look back at this weekend and smile. It was nice to spend time with Dad. Its very easy to forget how I almost lost him a few years ago and I cant imagine not having him hear. My mom is the rock of my family and I love her even though its hard for me to express how much I appreciate the things she sacrafices for our family. I cant imagine living without either of them and the scary part is knowing that I will. But in the car ride my dad just said some things that hit home. We never had "big talks." our sex talk was brief, he said it was a beautiful thing that you share with a woman when your ready. The best advice he every gave me was about marriage, he told me to marry a woman I can talk too when the sex is gone. He wasnt preachy this weekend either, he just let me know that there are certain things I need to do and take responsibility for as a man.
Its easy to overlook parents as those who are talking at you and not to you. Its the laughter you think you will miss, the love and the hugs, but I think I will appreciate and miss the times that my mom and dad let me know I had to get my shit together, that I am not perfect. My parents are my best friends because they were never my best friends, they were my parents and taught me every step of the way.
Took the weekend off, went down to paradise in Lake Oconee, Georgia. Stayed at my uncles house. The amount of wealth there is startling, somethings I dont understand. But it was a great weekend and I got to drink lots of liqour, shoot some pool, eat good food, sat 1st row on the upper deck at the heels game and played golf. Any weekend with half of those things is a damn good weekend. I relaxed, I forgot and I just smiled...until the heels went down 20. But even that didnt really bother me which is rare for a football game.
I am not easily moved or appalled. I love a crude joke as much as any one and I am not afraid to push peoples buttons for no reason. but I saw somethings this weekend that absolutely blew my mind. I get as fired up about college football games as anyone I know, but fans for LSU took that to another level. This is not me saying UNC fans dont do stupid ass shit and say things that are disgusting but Ive never seen anything like this even on a DOOK v UNC level. At the pep rally before the game the bands were playing and fans of both teams were mingling. I was pounding 8 dollar bud lites and a group of middle school UNC fans were going around and having a great time. One of this kids happened to be a ginger, a red head, and a group of very adult LSU fans started to make fun of this kid. They didnt say UNC sucks or that we cheat, they made fun of the kid for being a ginger, to his face, just because he wore light blue. One of the guys then knocked his UNC flag out of his hand and they laughed as they walked away. I didnt know how to respond, Ive never felt so pissed at something. I couldnt bring myself to say something because it would have started something that probably would've ended horribly. But as I watched a lady pick up the kids flag I couldnt help but wonder what this could would remember from that day and I hope it wasnt moment.
Thing that most disturbed me this weekend was a t-shirt. Everyone loves a funny t-shirt. One with holes that says "who farted" or something like that. Saw an LSU fan with a shirt on that said "You can spell CUNT without UNC" This shirt was bright purple and yellow and very easy to read. Now I get some people can say things behind closed doors but the fact that this guy was wearing this shirt in public, around large groups of woman and a bunch of kids absolutely left me speechless. There are a few words that you rarely hear people say and they provide such venom and hate that its really uncool to hear. Ive dealt with the word Nigger a lot living in the south and its one of those things I shrugged off along time until my sister married a black man and they now have a kid. Its something I take personal and its attacking my family. I got into a very heated altercation with one of my best friends in college after using that word in front of me and I have never had to be restrained by friends before or since that moment. I hardly hear cunt any more, its faded out a lot with the generation but it still has a bite to it. and to see it on a t-shirt in public let me know that some people really have no care about others. The real irony of it being that he was wearing a gold cross over his shirt....but thats a whole nother post that would only make me even more upset.
I look back at this weekend and smile. It was nice to spend time with Dad. Its very easy to forget how I almost lost him a few years ago and I cant imagine not having him hear. My mom is the rock of my family and I love her even though its hard for me to express how much I appreciate the things she sacrafices for our family. I cant imagine living without either of them and the scary part is knowing that I will. But in the car ride my dad just said some things that hit home. We never had "big talks." our sex talk was brief, he said it was a beautiful thing that you share with a woman when your ready. The best advice he every gave me was about marriage, he told me to marry a woman I can talk too when the sex is gone. He wasnt preachy this weekend either, he just let me know that there are certain things I need to do and take responsibility for as a man.
Its easy to overlook parents as those who are talking at you and not to you. Its the laughter you think you will miss, the love and the hugs, but I think I will appreciate and miss the times that my mom and dad let me know I had to get my shit together, that I am not perfect. My parents are my best friends because they were never my best friends, they were my parents and taught me every step of the way.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Chicken
Today was my friday, I cant complain. Work meetings and such kept me fairly busy. I ate a little too much today. Dinner was a train wreck over at Murphys...hard to pass up homemade deviled eggs. Had a really good workout today. Did 8 exercise circuit and had a great sweat going. Trying to workout without music right now, its very tough. Listening to my body and working a lot of my endurance. Trying to slim down, maybe find an ab or two.
Was driving home from watching football tonite and had the ole ipod on shuffle and its amazing how much music can just know your soul better than you do. I was listening to a band named Dredg and just rocking out when the lines "your journey back to birth is haunting you" I have been talkin alot about starting over, building something new and its startling. I want to focus on so much down to the little details and at the same time relax enough that my compulsions dont take over. In going back to the old me I hope to be someone who learns and is always evolving. I will have to meet new friends, I will have sex with someone new, I will dedicate myself to all the things that used to make me happy. But somewhere along the line I realize that I am now standing on a cliff ready to jump off.....
which is why I want to go sky diving. Its something I have always thought about doing but i never had the money because its pretty pricey to safely jump out of a perfectly good airplane. This is a goal of mine, to completely let go of one of my biggest fears, heights. I am sometimes crippled by the shortast of distances off the ground but took steps in college to remedy that. I have jumped off a 40 and 60 ft cliff into a pool of cold ass mountain water and there has been nothing short of a mind blowing orgasm that has come close to that kind of rush. I want to run with that, I want to submit to my fears and just free fall. To know that my insignificant ass can let go off everything that holds me to this place for such a short while. I dont meditate, I dont pray, I can barely sit still to watch a football game so this forced submersion is my only way to go. who wants to go with me?
may or may not get to the computer this weekend down in ATL, tryin to disconnect while I am relaxing on vacation. I look foreward to a nice change and hopefully seeing a good football game. If you see me chasing Erin Andrews around the georgia dome just know that I am running after my dream woman, no big deal.
Was driving home from watching football tonite and had the ole ipod on shuffle and its amazing how much music can just know your soul better than you do. I was listening to a band named Dredg and just rocking out when the lines "your journey back to birth is haunting you" I have been talkin alot about starting over, building something new and its startling. I want to focus on so much down to the little details and at the same time relax enough that my compulsions dont take over. In going back to the old me I hope to be someone who learns and is always evolving. I will have to meet new friends, I will have sex with someone new, I will dedicate myself to all the things that used to make me happy. But somewhere along the line I realize that I am now standing on a cliff ready to jump off.....
which is why I want to go sky diving. Its something I have always thought about doing but i never had the money because its pretty pricey to safely jump out of a perfectly good airplane. This is a goal of mine, to completely let go of one of my biggest fears, heights. I am sometimes crippled by the shortast of distances off the ground but took steps in college to remedy that. I have jumped off a 40 and 60 ft cliff into a pool of cold ass mountain water and there has been nothing short of a mind blowing orgasm that has come close to that kind of rush. I want to run with that, I want to submit to my fears and just free fall. To know that my insignificant ass can let go off everything that holds me to this place for such a short while. I dont meditate, I dont pray, I can barely sit still to watch a football game so this forced submersion is my only way to go. who wants to go with me?
may or may not get to the computer this weekend down in ATL, tryin to disconnect while I am relaxing on vacation. I look foreward to a nice change and hopefully seeing a good football game. If you see me chasing Erin Andrews around the georgia dome just know that I am running after my dream woman, no big deal.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
True Courage
Its easy to bitch about my job, and I do...a lot. But I often find it difficult when I work in a hospital. I see patients being wheeled all over the place and there is nothing more wicked than seeing sick kids. Brenner children hospital has 11 floors of sick kids, really sick kids. Kids that may never grow up to bitch about work, May never know a sunrise at the beach after a nigt with your friends, may never know what it feels like to have great sex, to laugh so hard you cry. I think about this as I see parents trying to hold it together while they hold a little hand with that medical bracelet thats way to big. No parent should have to bury a child.
Ate a pathetic breakfast in a hurry. had leftover spaghetti and a 150 calorie ice cream cake thing. Turned down cake today at work and was proud of myself. had a good lunch of chicken sandwhich, baked chips, 100 calorie pack, and grapes. Had my afternoon snack of a banana and 20oz of water. Good run and some pushups and a PWO shake. Dinner was sushi (which i bought for the 1st time ever tonite, i felt so pretentious)
A song hit shuffle caught me off gaurd today, its "Sensible Heart" by city and colour. its a great song about hiding emotions and I remember how much I took it to heart when I was college. Its a very haunting song right now considering how I often feel that expressing my emotional range is somewhat limited. Saying words isnt really easy for me, writing them is. But some people need the audible reassurance that I often struggle with giving. I realize that my presentation of myself often contradicts who I am. I have had some of my best friends in the world tell me they were scared or intimidated by me when they 1st met me and thats not what I want at all. Perception is the ultimate reality.
Watching a show on Discovery about all the different special units for the armed services. Amazing. I was seriously considering the Air Force last year and I often wonder where I would be in my life had I joined. These guys sacrafice so much for something invisible. I have many great philosophical differences about war but these guys have my respect hands down for the things they endure. Sure they are trained to kill but then again I do believe anyone can kill when pushed to extremes.
Tomorrow is my friday at work. Took friday off for my Labor day and am heading down to Atlanta for the UNC v LSU game. Looking foreward to spending time with family and football.
Ate a pathetic breakfast in a hurry. had leftover spaghetti and a 150 calorie ice cream cake thing. Turned down cake today at work and was proud of myself. had a good lunch of chicken sandwhich, baked chips, 100 calorie pack, and grapes. Had my afternoon snack of a banana and 20oz of water. Good run and some pushups and a PWO shake. Dinner was sushi (which i bought for the 1st time ever tonite, i felt so pretentious)
A song hit shuffle caught me off gaurd today, its "Sensible Heart" by city and colour. its a great song about hiding emotions and I remember how much I took it to heart when I was college. Its a very haunting song right now considering how I often feel that expressing my emotional range is somewhat limited. Saying words isnt really easy for me, writing them is. But some people need the audible reassurance that I often struggle with giving. I realize that my presentation of myself often contradicts who I am. I have had some of my best friends in the world tell me they were scared or intimidated by me when they 1st met me and thats not what I want at all. Perception is the ultimate reality.
Watching a show on Discovery about all the different special units for the armed services. Amazing. I was seriously considering the Air Force last year and I often wonder where I would be in my life had I joined. These guys sacrafice so much for something invisible. I have many great philosophical differences about war but these guys have my respect hands down for the things they endure. Sure they are trained to kill but then again I do believe anyone can kill when pushed to extremes.
Tomorrow is my friday at work. Took friday off for my Labor day and am heading down to Atlanta for the UNC v LSU game. Looking foreward to spending time with family and football.
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