we teach young men to drop fire on innocent people, but their commanders won't allow them to write "FUCK" on their airplanes because.... it's obscene.
sums it up, right there... hello, US military, cut em in half with a machine gun and give em a band-aid.
smoked my first cuban cigar yesterday... can't really see what the thrill is all about... someone here paid over 200 dollars for a box of em. strange. if I'm paying over 200 bucks for some smoke, it better do a hell of a lot more than just kill me slowly, shit.
returning to indian country next week... sleeping under the stars, makes me wish for some cheesy harmonica music and the distant sound of cowbells as I eat a plate of beans... what a fucking waste of time.
the only thing this country is good for is picking up bizarre russian shit for keepsakes.... anyone want an AK-47 bayonet with some blood on it?
my best friend and his wife had their first kid the other day.... named him Beck. no middle name, just Beck. they told me I'm going to be his "crazed uncle" so I guess I'm going to have to work on filling out my resume for that job.
I just found out that one of the guys I used to work for, whose Army contract expired and went home, has become a buddhist. This is a guy who wouldnt let me leave his office without taking a shot of Jack Daniels, and with whom I used to go to Sharky's titty bar every wednesday for the free steak lunch. Now, he's a vegan, drug and alcohol free (he used to be a follower of the "wake and bake" school) lives in a Buddhist commune, shaved his head and beard, and works at a homeless shelter. stunning.... simply stunning.
well, enough of my rambling.
we had a bag of grass, 75 pellets of high quality mescaline, two sheets of blotter acid, salt shaker half full of cocaine, quart of tequila, quart of rum, two dozen amyls, and a pint of raw ether. All this wasnt really nessesary, but once you get into the depths of a really serious drug collection, the tendency is to take it as far as you can. The only thing that worried me was the ether. there is nothing in this world more desparate and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. and I knew we would be getting into that rotten stuff soon enough.
sums it up, right there... hello, US military, cut em in half with a machine gun and give em a band-aid.
smoked my first cuban cigar yesterday... can't really see what the thrill is all about... someone here paid over 200 dollars for a box of em. strange. if I'm paying over 200 bucks for some smoke, it better do a hell of a lot more than just kill me slowly, shit.
returning to indian country next week... sleeping under the stars, makes me wish for some cheesy harmonica music and the distant sound of cowbells as I eat a plate of beans... what a fucking waste of time.
the only thing this country is good for is picking up bizarre russian shit for keepsakes.... anyone want an AK-47 bayonet with some blood on it?
my best friend and his wife had their first kid the other day.... named him Beck. no middle name, just Beck. they told me I'm going to be his "crazed uncle" so I guess I'm going to have to work on filling out my resume for that job.
I just found out that one of the guys I used to work for, whose Army contract expired and went home, has become a buddhist. This is a guy who wouldnt let me leave his office without taking a shot of Jack Daniels, and with whom I used to go to Sharky's titty bar every wednesday for the free steak lunch. Now, he's a vegan, drug and alcohol free (he used to be a follower of the "wake and bake" school) lives in a Buddhist commune, shaved his head and beard, and works at a homeless shelter. stunning.... simply stunning.
well, enough of my rambling.
we had a bag of grass, 75 pellets of high quality mescaline, two sheets of blotter acid, salt shaker half full of cocaine, quart of tequila, quart of rum, two dozen amyls, and a pint of raw ether. All this wasnt really nessesary, but once you get into the depths of a really serious drug collection, the tendency is to take it as far as you can. The only thing that worried me was the ether. there is nothing in this world more desparate and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. and I knew we would be getting into that rotten stuff soon enough.
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i like piercings.. i guess you can't have any in the millitary though anyway. but hey, to each his own right?
y.v.