I’ve finally arrived. The bottom is so much closer, and with out much to climb, I fear I’ll remain here. It’s dark, and I’m nervous. My body is twitching, my mind is racing, but I’m awake. Twenty-five years old, a…
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One Time, When We Were Young
Childhood, for me, publicized a need for adventure. Wearing my dads old Army fatigues, trekking through the vast forest I called my backyard, and stirring hell onto my neighbors was in short, a fucking blast. Whether it was sneaking Playboy…
“I Miss Iraq. I Miss My Gun. I Miss My War.”
Below is a story I thought I would share. This was featured in Esquire magazine in 2007. Since I do not have much to say today, I thought I would share. The full story isn’t in this post, but if…
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