I have secrets…
Somedays I sit and think about where I am in life. And I find that I am just alone
Once again I come to the conclusion of I don’t know.
I long for the day to get out of the military. As much experience I have gained from my journey through this choice of serving my country, I have yet to experience a life in the working class America. Weather it be having a job or attending post secondary schooling, I have no experience in dealing with everyday America.
I thought i was a stronger person to not miss her. Being honest it just kills me inside. I can’t even say I didn’t lose sleep over it. Need to release my mind. Just drift away and get lost.
(Source: random-impressions, via sisterlilith)
20120512
The last few days have been pretty down. After the big Tuesday out with Edgar haven’t really done much. Slept and think is about all I do. Last night I talked with English and found out some pretty interesting things that happened between him and Karen but I wasn’t there and I don’t know what happened. A lot of he said she said stuff so I wont get in to it. On the other hand I text my soon to be ex wife and asked her for about $200 she owes me from the move out. the response I got from her was her threatening to go to my command and try and get me in trouble. I must say so much for a drug addicted whore working at a strip club. There are just some people I don’t feel bad for in this world and I wish the worst for them regardless what it my be.
Right now I’m just excited about Awolnation concert and going to Houston this week its going to be awesome.
Edgar
The last few days went by slow. Not really doing much of anything.
Sunday- sleep and air show with Elizabeth
Monday- Avengers with DJ Johnny D. and Tobie
Tuesday- Chaos… Allow me to elaborate. So the day went by nice and fine. It was a co-workers 21st birthday. Of course we have to celebrate and get trashed. On a Tuesday night? Yeah. The night started nice and slow at a bar named Flyers. We started drinking a few beers around 8PM. As the night progressed we went to shots and more beer and more shots. Jager bombs, Buttery nipple and others i dont really remember. Well we, Edgar, Ben, and myself, start to get bored and pretty shitfaced. Thinking its a good idea, we head for the strip club a few doors down, Lolliepops. Its pretty much dead in there being that its still Tuesday. Ben and I take a seat in between the bar and the stage. I didn’t plan on being there so I had no cash. Immediately, we get approached by strippers. “You should get a dance.” “Ha no!” Then I turn to Ben, “Where is Edgar?” “I dont know, getting a dance?” Few minutes later another stripper, “hey, you want a hour dance?” “How much is it?” “$300” I think to myself, why would I can get fucked for that much. “No, I’m good” and that’s when I found Edgar. “Your friend is getting one.” What the fuck?! …
Edgar was in there getting a vip 30 minute dance. I thought alright that’s cool. so we just chilled for a while. Then I see him being drag out by the bouncer. So I follow them. Once out side, I tried to talk to Sanchaz but at this point he is way to gone to understand anything. So we tart heading towards Flyers once more. The bartender, John, sees how fucked up Edgar was and walks him inside and offers him food. He walks to the back and grabs two bags of chips and hands them to our drunk friend. Edgar tries to give one bag to a women sitting at the bar. She kindly refuses to accept and passes them back. And that’s when he started wildin out. He slams the bag on the bar and chips go everywhere. The John gets pissed and drags Edgar out with me following closely behind. “You need to get him the fuck out of here!” Alright, so we get in the shuttle to base. And in there he doesn’t shut up with his “Fuck you” “I don’t give a fuck” and “You’re a bitch”… Gate guard-Fuck you Mcdonalds drive thru- you’re a fucking bitch. Barracks duty- fuck you you’re a bitch. As soon as we get out the shuttle can at the barracks he un zips and starts to urinate on the first car he sees. Walking up to his room he punches everything in sight. Waking up his roommate and trying to grapple with me. He gets to his room safe and sound. I walk bak to mine. The night comes to an end…
CR
Saturday 20120505 Carolina Rebellion- This concert was amazing. Korn put on the greatest show and played the song blind with former band member Head for the first time in seven years. Also have a new found respect for the band Staind. Well after the show was over and do e with we started our three and a half hour trek to Cherry Point. It was a long drive. Almost fell asleep at the wheel but it hasn’t been the first time. Once we arrived at the front gate we were greeted by the gate guards. “where you coming from?”, they asked. I tell them and a minute later they ask me to turn off my car and put the keys on the dash. Of course I comply. And then they proceed with a field sobriety test. And that my friends pissed me off. I stay sober every night so I can drive my friends and make sure they are safe and I get accused of being drunk. Well after the field sobriety test they give me a breath test. Guess what they found. Absolutely nothing. Those fucking people are just trying so hard to get innocent people in trouble and they get away with it. Makes me sick.
Secrets
Why do I love strippers so much. It’s quit pointless. A waist. Last night John Tobie Alex and myself drove about two and a half hours do fayetteville, nc. We got in town and got a room for the night. I, being the spontaneous one of the group, thought it might be just way to early to sleep and the night , just like ourselves, were just still to young.(1:00am 5th of May) so we went out to the “best” strip club in town. $8 to get in $3 on water $28 for shots in about $20 in filthy ones. Needless to say, I did some things I’m not proud of. I drank got shots off this nice sexy Woman walking around. Thinking about it I had some persons teenage daughter in her prime rubbing there bitter sweet lady parts on me do about five bucks. I also bit one of the strippers ass cheek. Like I said not proud of myself.
On a different note, ready for Carolina Rebellion. Rage on.
