johnnytrance

So I have anger issues...

I have been deemed a high risk when I return from deployment. Half of it I accept of my own idiotic responsibility, then other I leave to job hazard after-effects. I am a high risk for two reasons:

Reason Number One: Before deploying, I consumed massive amounts of alcohol. I though I drank quite often, I never showed up to work drunk, not even PT. One instance that I take big pride of was on one night, I proceeded to drink half a gallon of Jungle Juice, seven shots of Cabo-Wabo, and one Coors. I then marched around the barracks singing whatever song I could think of gaining a small gaggle of soldiers joining in my stupor. Another was on a trip to San Antonio, I got drunk at a restaurant called Dick's Last Resort and was asked to leave because of my bedevilment of the waiter and bartender. I told them that it was the nicest Dick's I have ever been in and that was the last straw with them. Even the bouncer got angry when I told him that he looked like a N'Sync wash-out and to sing me a few bars of one of their hit songs. I don't remember what happened between leaving Dick's to getting into the car, but I remember getting the driver to play Bro Hymn by Pennywise in tribute to my friend Tommy Guiles. I then proceeded to hang my head out the window and screaming the chorus to every passerby we whipped by. My bad....

Reason Number Two: Since being out here though, I have not been participating in shit-talking like most military guys I know like to do. I have a problem crossing boundaries that are not all-right and not apologizing for them. So I keep my mouth shut, just taking it with a smirk on my face. Some of it is pretty funny, if I can't take a joke then fuck me. But one night, some childish asshole locked me in my room and I had to have someone unlock me to get out out, I almost was late to work. I wanted to get into everyone's face but I couldn't cause I didn't know who did it. So I took it out on this punching bag for an hour and a half where then I broke the punching bag. Snapped the metal chain that held it up, that's when my boss came up: We think you should go to anger management. Great, that makes me less ireful.

Although it has sucked the glass pole for awhile, I had a great discussion with a guy in my platoon. His name is Garcia and he is a smart muther-fucker. He has convinced me that I have been raped by a few females. If you get hysterical easy, I would skip this part. He relayed this nugget of info that makes a lot of sense. Let say you go into a bar and get completely black-out drunk, you wake up with that nasty fuck-crust around your genitals and a girl you don't remember sleeping with in bed next to you. According to the law, you gentlemen have been raped. In being inebriated, you cannot physically say yes according to the courts. I'm sure just finishing that last sentence, your already flipping through your Rolodex of one night stands where this has happened.