Almost done. This post will probably be the longest I have written. Yes, it is the one I have alluded to in previous diatribes. There was part of me that felt that perhaps it was too personal too disclose. Maybe some would turn away in disgust. Then I remembered that most keep coming back for that little taste of strange. What a sensation it is to peer through the grimy basement window and see the horror in all its fury and filth. Sends a tingle straight down the spine, stopping at the sphincter. Plus, I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.
In other news, my time in the Free 52 will be ending sometime next week and it will be off to Afghanistan to perform Johnny Combat duty. Worried? Nope. It’s just like any other gig, except there is a better chance you finishing a work day going home in a Ziploc tupperware container. Don’t flinch at the sentence. I don’t, and neither should anyone else. Humor has always been the preferred mechanism for diffusing any kind of tension; this situation is no different.
In fun news, I bought a skateboard! Not gonna lie, it is super cool and decked out with the best parts the thrashing world has to offer. Since The Lonesome Jester was a belligerent teenager, a part of him had longed to join concrete boarding crowd. K-Dawg would have none of this, as skateboarding led to becoming a stoner or serious injuries that could never occur on a bike/roller blades/climbing trees/tobogganing/etc. So what better time to learn than on the edge of thirty? The feeling of learning new skills is so exhilarating. It’s a wonder to me more folks don’t jump out of the ol’ Comfort Zone.
Yesterday some fellow servicemen and I hit the town for some much needed R & R. Hit up a fantastic microbrewery with some of the best fish tacos known to human culinary achievement. When you are trapped under the boot heel of military leadership, one learns to cherish the moments when they are OFP (Own F@#%ing Program). One of my brothers-in-arms informed me of his highly amusing weekend plans for the liberty period. He had decided to fly in his girlfriend, whom he had been cheating on at a near epic level via Plenty of Fish.com, then they planned to drop acid and go to Lego Land. Ah, youth. Such vibrance and impulsivity in almost everything they do. Sometimes I long for the days where my principle concern was the next fun fix. Then I hear about some moron being ejected from a building blocks theme park for “interacting” with exhibits. Then in the haze of hallucinogens, he invites one of his mistresses out to share the afternoon forgetting his special lady is there. Cat fight doesn’t even describe what the cellphone photo montage displays of their duel (Yes, he was classy enough to take pictures). Yeah, I’m okay with where things are at for me.
