cahrizz

yeah so here in mosul. iraq they decided that being the guys trying to kill me, to make bigger fucking bombs or least what are called shape charges and can fuck things like tanks up. so yeah some more kids died here and were injured. i'm feeling a bit shakey. before you know you get hurt see your friends get hurt and shot and blood and stuff but there's a sense they really can't get you. i know, man there's so many that came here with me and there not anymore anything really.


my firend got my ipod working the other day andf i heard songs i hadn't heard in seven months and suddenly i started remembering things about the world and i started to feel this need to not be in the army like crazy. i felt like just driving taking off state toate and then well ahh yeah reality set in. and then i was talking to this cat from seattle and he's telling me about a group of his friends who are artiscally bent and how they all feed eachother i remember what that's liek and i remember the sweet breath of heroine tickling my soul like one those girls laughs that said i love you and well all of this is so GOD DAMN DISTANT! by the way i was never a junky thank you. unless of course we count alcohol. hmmm, but that's the bad past. i keep thinking amsterdam amsterdam oh yes i must get out and go take a trip to amsterdam. i gots the money and the army done paid the school loans off that is next janury another $8500 and i'm done.

so i'm rambling just trying to connect and get ya interested in replying with your point of view and shit and remind what life's like because this surely can't be it. this, no...can not be called life. war is a waste of time. and i came to do it so i could win that damn argument once and for all.

later cats,
chris d.