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Bee Eye Tea See H
27 Jul 2004 | One Comment | Continue reading »
A local female recently remarked to me that I’ve been suffering from male PMS. I scoffed at the preposterous notion and emphatically denied any connection between my hormones and my mood swings in any form of the word. But the more I thought about it, the more strange, little coincidences were beginning to surface. Almost [...]
Rabbit hole vs. reality
24 Jul 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing ‘Til they got a hold of me. I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see. I got no friends ’cause they read the papers. They can’t be seen with me and I’m gettin’ real shot down And I’m feeling mean. No [...]
Letter to the critic(s)
22 Jul 2004 | 3 Comments | Continue reading »
Okay, “critics” is a pretty general word, but to those jackasses who read my last post and think I’m a racist because of it, I strongly encourage you to: 1.) Buy another half a brain. 2.) Reread the post and take it for what it is, point blank. 3.) Dredge your mind out of the [...]
A fine line
15 Jul 2004 | One Comment | Continue reading »
Racism and prejudice are strange bedfellows. They’re complicated enough on their own, just swinging in the breeze, waiting for an unsuspecting young soul to pick up the scent. But mix in some bigger players like hate and contempt and war, and you’ve got an explosive scenario on your hands. Before World War I, did Americans [...]
Coalition defined
14 Jul 2004 | 4 Comments | Continue reading »
Coalition: An alliance, especially a temporary one, of people, factions, parties, or nations. I’ve been pussyfooting around current events now for quite some time. It’s not that I don’t have any opinion of the matter(s) or that opinions I do have are slanted one way or another, but I just can’t produce page after page, [...]
Memorial Day
31 May 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
“These heroes are dead. They died for liberty-they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadow of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or [...]
Discretion advised
17 May 2004 | 3 Comments | Continue reading »
There are some things in modern, civilized society you just don’t do. Maybe you don’t do it out of common decency, like fart in church. Maybe you don’t do it because you know better, like pissing into the wind. And maybe you don’t do it because that’s just the way it’s always been, like putting [...]
Community relations
12 May 2004 | Comments Off | Continue reading »
Everyone waved to everyone else in the small town of Glen Ullin, North Dakota where I grew up. It’s just what you did and was accepted as the norm. You waved to the farm kid hauling wheat to town on a hot afternoon. You waved to the old crazy lady bringing her groceries home, and [...]
28th Birthday: The day after
6 May 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
I hear a protein shake after a hard night of drinking is good for you. Tonight I test that theory. I really didn’t get all that messed up out at the bars tonight. The three of us, Sgt Hill, Sgt Lynn, and I grabbed some chow at a local greasy spoon, called Lonestar, with good [...]
28th Birthday
5 May 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday dear Jaaayymmeeee! Happy Birthday to me! Thanks go to all those who wished me a happy birthday as of this publishing. In order, from first to most recent are: Tracy, Adrienne, Dawn, Gaby, Zanelle, Becca, Neveen, Sergeant Lynn, Billie Jo, Dale, Andrea, Anastasia, Nina, Ana [...]
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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.
