Yeah, yeah, live, spelled backwards is evil, and so what if i jus cant tell which direction Im goin sometimes? My imperfections are perfection in motion.
ive been a soldier for bout 7 yrs now, and a a lab tech. Ive been stationed 6 different places, but fortunately never in the shiznastiest of them all; just a couple dog-n-pony shows: korea, germany, czechoslovakia, etc...Despite all my training and discipline, I STILL believe, im the LAST person on EARTH who would EVER join the military AND YES, i refuse to capitalize my pronouns! a token gesture to my younger days, i suppose...i dunno...long live chat speak, CHAT HARD!!!
im livin in a barracks that resembles the set off of Good Times. ive just returned from seeing my two boys, who live in San Antonio, TX., with their manhating, lesbian mother...weve finally divorced after 3+yrs of seperation...yeah, its a long strange trip, indeed. if my babies mama and i were rock stars, shed be like...Robert Palmer (R.I.P.) and ide be like...Melissa Etheridge.. Jerry Springer aint got sheeyat on me. i could prolly start my own soap opera. in fact, i bet i could start a reality t.v. series about my life, called PsychoBath, and get rich sellig soap named after the television series.
While i wuz @ VCU (7yrs in Richmond-Fertile Mound...the irony of placenames) i learned to deejay, and spent the better part of my...dazed and confu...what was i talking about lost in space...and i traveled all over the goddamn country, carving up rocks, selling whole foods in cabbage leaf bowls, doin what the fuck ever i could to pay for gas and a couch. The whole time away from school, im still acing my grades. i guess i figured out the system; but eventually, i took it for granted and it overtaken, as i took too long to finish.
im yer typical Gen Xer, i suppose...an overeducated, underachieved, thrift store shoppin culturally epileptic bourgeois ecclectic with superfluous critical thinking skeeilz and i still do miss kurt cobain,...im what you might call, a gen Xman, a superhero slacker....yeah, thats it...ive got 284 credits, 2 associates, enough schoolin to get 3 degrees but im too busy playin soldier to finish one. i almost graduated from VCU, w/a psych degree, but my last semester, my first son was born. i was still makin the ass end of the honors list, but they flunked me out cuz of attendance (and prolly spellin tooo). workin 2 and 3 jobs with a newborn and tryin to make it on time to class just wasnt happenin. after 3 yrs of contract computer work, i joined the military, for the same reason everyone else does, to get my shit together.
but, i must tell you this. i love my two sons more than life. and if i had nothing else to be thankful for a thousand lifetimes, having them would fill the void. my kidlets have blessed me in more ways than i can say and i love being a father, more than anything...cept maybe frozen Reeses mini peanut butter cups...even though its the hardest thing of all to do, not Reeses cups, i mean, they are hard to unwrap frozen, butnm, . not to mention, just when you get good at it (fatherhood), they grow the fuck up and leave you there tryin to figure what the hell else tdo with yer life. thank the good lord buddha for the Army...wait, did i just say that....pause, rewind, record over that...thank the good lord Buddha for the sacrifices of all living things that end up becoming my food, the hard work of all my relations, coffee, computers, and ADHD! ive got 2 years left, then ill most certianly be traveling the world again, with my two boys, more mature, hopefully...seeking ways to teach and learn the very simple things from kindergarten that ive since forgotten.
ive been a soldier for bout 7 yrs now, and a a lab tech. Ive been stationed 6 different places, but fortunately never in the shiznastiest of them all; just a couple dog-n-pony shows: korea, germany, czechoslovakia, etc...Despite all my training and discipline, I STILL believe, im the LAST person on EARTH who would EVER join the military AND YES, i refuse to capitalize my pronouns! a token gesture to my younger days, i suppose...i dunno...long live chat speak, CHAT HARD!!!
im livin in a barracks that resembles the set off of Good Times. ive just returned from seeing my two boys, who live in San Antonio, TX., with their manhating, lesbian mother...weve finally divorced after 3+yrs of seperation...yeah, its a long strange trip, indeed. if my babies mama and i were rock stars, shed be like...Robert Palmer (R.I.P.) and ide be like...Melissa Etheridge.. Jerry Springer aint got sheeyat on me. i could prolly start my own soap opera. in fact, i bet i could start a reality t.v. series about my life, called PsychoBath, and get rich sellig soap named after the television series.
While i wuz @ VCU (7yrs in Richmond-Fertile Mound...the irony of placenames) i learned to deejay, and spent the better part of my...dazed and confu...what was i talking about lost in space...and i traveled all over the goddamn country, carving up rocks, selling whole foods in cabbage leaf bowls, doin what the fuck ever i could to pay for gas and a couch. The whole time away from school, im still acing my grades. i guess i figured out the system; but eventually, i took it for granted and it overtaken, as i took too long to finish.
im yer typical Gen Xer, i suppose...an overeducated, underachieved, thrift store shoppin culturally epileptic bourgeois ecclectic with superfluous critical thinking skeeilz and i still do miss kurt cobain,...im what you might call, a gen Xman, a superhero slacker....yeah, thats it...ive got 284 credits, 2 associates, enough schoolin to get 3 degrees but im too busy playin soldier to finish one. i almost graduated from VCU, w/a psych degree, but my last semester, my first son was born. i was still makin the ass end of the honors list, but they flunked me out cuz of attendance (and prolly spellin tooo). workin 2 and 3 jobs with a newborn and tryin to make it on time to class just wasnt happenin. after 3 yrs of contract computer work, i joined the military, for the same reason everyone else does, to get my shit together.
but, i must tell you this. i love my two sons more than life. and if i had nothing else to be thankful for a thousand lifetimes, having them would fill the void. my kidlets have blessed me in more ways than i can say and i love being a father, more than anything...cept maybe frozen Reeses mini peanut butter cups...even though its the hardest thing of all to do, not Reeses cups, i mean, they are hard to unwrap frozen, butnm, . not to mention, just when you get good at it (fatherhood), they grow the fuck up and leave you there tryin to figure what the hell else tdo with yer life. thank the good lord buddha for the Army...wait, did i just say that....pause, rewind, record over that...thank the good lord Buddha for the sacrifices of all living things that end up becoming my food, the hard work of all my relations, coffee, computers, and ADHD! ive got 2 years left, then ill most certianly be traveling the world again, with my two boys, more mature, hopefully...seeking ways to teach and learn the very simple things from kindergarten that ive since forgotten.