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Carry on.
Driving myself insane. I am driving myself insane. I cannot help it. I cannot avoid it. It is coming. It is me. It is what i do. And what i will do and continue to do until the end of my time. And tomorrow i will forget about the mistakes that i have made. I will forget the lessons learned and continue down the same destructive path I have always traveled. It is all that i can do just to stay focused on the task at hand and allow life and this thing we call reality to pass me by. Involved as i am in self destruction you would think that I’d lack the time and energy needed to just step back and take it all in. But I am more than myself. I am more than this fleshy tomb. I am amazing. I am all that is and ever will be. I am the beginning and the end. Who are you to say that you are not just a player in my own story? In my own game? Who are you to imply that you deserve your fair share or part in this act? For all you and i will ever know, my life may be the end. I may be the destruction of this world. Though i may have been the creator. Do you not understand? Suppose this world and this so called reality was created all for me. You and your memories and lives were created as my play things. You are here for my entertainment alone. You are here to give me something to do. That is all. Carry on.
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Tattoo artist Ryan Fitzgerald from Dayton, OH was hit with a $100,000 lawsuit last week by his ex-girlfriend Rossie Brovent. She claims that her boyfriend was supposed to tattoo a scene from Narnia on her back but instead tattooed an image of a pile of excrement with flies buzzing around it.
Apparently, Ryan found out that Rossie had cheated with a long-time friend of his, but instead of confronting her about it he acted like everything was normal and hatched a plan for revenge. Originally, Rossie tried to have Ryan charged with assault, but the ingenious tattoo artist had covered his bases by plying Rossie with wine and tequila shots and getting her to sign a consent form that stated the design was “at the artist’s discretion.”
No word from Rossie on whether the illicit night of passion with Ryan’s friend was worth it. Moral of the story? Never cheat on a tattoo artist.
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psfu:
I assume most of you are still recovering from a bout of patriotic liver annihilation delivered by an onslaught of keg-planking and tongue-fucking the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle.
If you’re any kind of decent American, a firefighter only recently pulled you out of a PBR soaked brick-pit…
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At times
I make myself laugh.
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Women…
It’s almost as if you actually have to go to school to try so hard. Just take the fucking compliment, accept the interest in a civil conversation and no, you don’t have to be angry at the world ALL of the time.
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Surrender
When I was looking into joining the military, naturally my first choice was the Marine Corps. And I think that the most important question that I had to ask was, “What is the Marine Corps’ policy on surrender?” The recruiter’s answer was, “We don’t surrender. We fight until help comes and we destroy the enemy.” Fair enough I thought. This was clearly the branch for me. But due to certain academic circumstances, I was not able to join. So I looked into the the Army. Infantry of course. And when I asked the recruiter, “What is the Army’s policy on surrender?” The recruiter responded with, “What the fuck is that?” So I joined the Army. With no regrets. There may be days when I’m hating my life, but I will never hate my job.
I will never give up. I will never quit. I will never surrender.
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Maybe I should have stayed in school?
It is difficult for most men to truly understand the importance of being there for your fellow soldier. The way they see things is that this soldier is a grown man who can make his own decisions and take care of himself under any circumstance. But what they fail to realize is that this soldier isn’t just the guy next to you, this soldier is your friend, your brother, your battle buddy.
Your battle buddy is a man who is there for you no matter what may happen. You may not always agree with this man, or even get along with him. Personally, I have disliked the majority of my so called battle buddies. But one thing is always true and should never falter; A true soldier is always there for his battle buddy. He is always there to remind his battle buddy that his decisions are not necessarily the best. Sometimes the best battle buddy of all is one who is not afraid to knock some sense into the soldier next to him regardless of what may come between the two of them. Friendships come and go, but the bond between two battle buddies is forever.
But of course, being a battle buddy isn’t always about keeping your friend out of jail or making sure he doesn’t fuck that fat girl at the bar. Being a battle buddy is about watching your buddy’s 6 at all times. It’s about making sure you stay awake on that fire guard, or stay completely alert during that patrol. Being a good battle buddy is about going out of your way and, at times, sacrificing your own well being to insure that your buddy gets out alive and unscathed because you know that he would do the same for you without question.
I have been blessed with some of the best friends that a guy could have. I know that these men will always be there for me. I know that no matter how long it’s been since we last saw each other, or how bad that fight we had over the weekend was, we will have each others back through and through. And that’s it, that is what it’s all about. It is a family bond that is unbreakable.
But what of these men who don’t understand this? I would assume that their days and nights are filled with uneasy thoughts. They are more than likely feeling alone in this profession. With no one who they can truly trust because they clearly only look out for themselves and it shows. And it doesn’t take long for two people who spend so much time together to start sharing each others traits. The good, and the bad.
When you let a battle buddy down it could end in all sorts of ways. That man could get killed in combat. He could be on the next plane home with a dishonorable that could truly ruin his life. That man could feel as if the weight and problems of the world rest on his shoulders and that he has no one to help him bare the burden. A man in such a state cannot even be trusted with his own life. A feeling of loneliness that strong could drive a man insane.
We learn from day one in the Army the importance of being a good battle buddy. Most of the time we may not understand the lessons that are given from our superiors who have experienced the benefits of always being there for your buddy. But as time goes on, we learn to accept any situation as a lesson and eventually the importance of these bonds starts to set in. I may not always be the best battle buddy, but I’d like to think that if any of my buddies should need help, I would be the first one that they would approach. Like I said, I may not necessarily like these men or agree with their decisions, but I will always be there for them no matter what and without question.
