Recovery ops
I’d like to be a man who rights for a purpose. I don’t want to write for other people. I don’t want it as a job. But how do I write for a purpose and not turn into one of those artsy-fartsy liberal scum bags that I see hanging around poetry readings and coffee houses? I want to be the tough guy, the man’s man, who can write about pressure point control techniques and killing blows, then flip the page and write something equally interesting about an oak leaf I saw floating down a storm drain. Is that too much to ask?
I’ve obviously got a ways to go.
Post script: The SAI went very well. Homework is still as time consuming as ever. I feel good.
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Born in the year of the Dragon, the author grudgingly accepts the fact he has too many interests and not enough time. A cyclist as long as he can remember, an avid yet inconsistent writer since age eleven, and a U.S. Marine since age twenty-one, the author also adds computers, snowboarding, and motorcycles to his list of interests. Incidentally, he is aware of his inability to make a living from any but the Corps. The author accepts this as fact and remains optimistic. Feel free to drop him a line.
