So I've been away for a bit over a year. In that time, I managed to fuck up my career, spiral into a depression. Continue slipping with minor BS at work. Oh, and came home during lunch one time to find my (now ex) fiancee fucking another dude, on my favorite couch.
Yea, woo. Sacrificed having a life to be with her and that was the thanks I got. Damn near shot the guy, too.
Life goes on. And in that time, it's been on a minor up tick. Finally, after being here in Panama City for nearly two years, some decent bands decided to play in the area. Had to travel a couple of hours, but hey, I'm not complaining. Went to see GWAR and Corrosion of Conformity one night in PCola. Then the next night at the same venue was The Misfits. Then three days later I got to see the legendary D.R.I. in a super small pub. That was by the far the best show I have ever been to. They played NONSTOP for 2hrs, probably closer to three. I fucking loved every minute of it.
Now with my time in the Air Force winding down, I will move on with my life. Go home for a bit to help out my mom while my dad works halfway across the country. I will get back into shape and go back on the grind for paintball and take up mountain biking again. Maybe...just maybe...go to college. If not, I'll find a job for my skill set, which shouldn't be too hard.