cahrizz

holy mother fucking shit!!!! so i go into work with a drunken one hour of sleep. feeling out of balance wobbling in formation. nd our acting first sargent starts lambasting us about the safety breifing. it's thursday morning. don't drink and drive. if you don't own it wrap it. oh yeah and fat chics. if ya have to hit then get her the fuck out of my barracks or share her with a friend but no overnighters. lol...you have a four day but actually don't come back to work till tuseday. WHOA!!!! YESSSS!!! uh oh that means i soon to be gone. shit but fuck it. i'm an adreline junky and nothing says twenty-four high like bullets and bombs coming for you.

okay okay so it'll suck b ut a lot of these things in life suck but fuck it just make it something fun. and if a get shot somewhere that doesn't fuck me up too too bad, then i can collect some $50,000 check. hell ya. then i can set up in europe or maybe south america.

i have a friend and he's somebody who's name i will not mention but i got a hold of him this morning and submitted some lyrics to him. and then i get an email back and he's bloody well excited.

so things are picking up in a swirl. now it's time to pull a f. scott fitzgerald and publish mine before i go back.

later cho-chos,
chris