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It's been sometimes since my last update. Not that anyone reads this but, fluff it. If you are a stranger passing by curious to see how my life has been panning up thus far. Please, help yourself to a dose of Louie.

Over the course of the past 5 months I've moved out of the barracks and into a small Sicilian town called 'Misterbianco' I...
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Training:

I started my first day of training off with a brisk 7+ mile run with my buddy Dallas, he's my coach. We completed the run in 51:17 at an average of 7.2 minutes per mile, it wasn't that hard. The hard part of training is giving up on my vices that I love so much. Booze, smokes and sloppy Big macs. Creating a diet...
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Inspiration comes in many shapes and sizes, forms and ideas. Inspiration can come while watching the tube, while riding a bike, eating dinner or getting drunk and fucking your girlfriend. My point is inspiration flowers virtually from everywhere and sometimes it can lead you in trouble, sometimes it can make you smile and sometimes it can throw you across the world. I, for some reason,...
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I've decided to take on a new challenge while I'm out here in Sicily to include, marathon, triathlon and in a year or so hopefully to accomplish an Ironman. In no way, shape or form do I consider myself a tough muscle guy. I mean, I grew up around tattoo parlors, punk rock to eventually waste my time drinking, smoking cigerattes and going to shows....
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These bones are filled with beer and the veins flow with vino and the number of drinks down are multiplied by the times I've thought of you. You're not even a memory anymore just annoy tick in the back of my mind. I was told that the right one would stop by but that hasn't happened so I'll stick to my side street bars and...
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I chugged tequila straight from the bottle, straight to the head. No chaser. I find myself standing in the backyard of a house Ive never been too before, causally I light a cigarette and inhale deeply, I enjoy smoking. My friend Derek lives here, the house belongs to his dad who apparently cant hear the calamity of a 100 kid party going on 2 feet...
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Dolce vino porfavore, si grazie

At the set of the rising sun well embark on an episode of complete failure. I will stand behind a degenerate generation of hopeless romantics who are addicts of music full of clash and sound, vibrant noise and style of violence and attitude that makes us all want to dance the protest. The wall that separates us all is constructed...
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