At Least They Didn't Kick the Dog
Current mood: amused
Everybody wants me to keep up my blog on what returning from the third ring of hell is exactly like. Well Your all gonna be sorry.
It all starts in Manas(Kyrgyzstan). We got there and boarded a plane for Leipzig, Germany. I had a nice cocktail of muscle relaxers and Benadryl thanks to a medic who shall not be named. So I slept the entire way to Germany. Almost 7 hours. Horrible Drug Hangover. Ears won't pop! Then on to Shannon Ireland. Horrible Fucking Flexoril Hangover. Then to Maine. Now my bank card won't work. FUCK!!!!!!. On to Fort Bragg. I'm finaly home. Praise Anything Holy. I made it. Meeting everybody's family was quite nice. On to the house and the craziness starts. I got home. Reda left the house a fucking mess. My fridge has been leaking for hat looks like the last year. 3 hours cleaning mold. The bank card wont work so I have no food. Wait, Microwave oatmeal and bottle of Single Barrel Jack Daniels. Jack's good. Halfway through my bowl of oatmeal I realize it has bugs. I thought it was a little too crunchy.
I fall asleep at 5:30 a.m. after a nice LOOOONNNGGGG shower. Its hard to get Afghansitan out of your skin. Iw ake up today at about 11:30. Ears still haven't popped. Take another shower(I still smell the third ring of hell) and get myself tidied up and dressed. God t feels great to be in civilian clothes. My ears are fucking killing me. I took enough Benadryl to kill a small Elaphant. Why am I so stuffy? Well, I'm dressed....Where the hell is my wallet? I left it in my buddies car. great start. I'll walk up to the gas station and give chevy a call. My trucks dead. Did I forget to mention that? I give chris a call and have him wire me some money. At least thats working out......Hopefully. Then I call Chevy. What I thought was my 5 year warranty that I paid 3 grand for was only 3 years. FFFUUUUUUUUUUCKK!!!!! Luckily I have the Afghanistan card and the Chevy lady was quite nice. Then I use a few quarters to buys a cup of coffee(we all need breakfast) and I realize that two of what I thought were quarters were florint from budapest. Jesus christ. Maybe I should start going to church. Once again Really nice lady. I got my coffee. Then I walk back to the house and go to play my guitar. I think one of my cables is fucked up because its warbling something horrible. The tow truck is here. Woohoo. I can go to Wal-Mart and get my money. Why the fuck does this guy have a lockout kit. They (chevy) told him I was locked out. I look up. Luckily Theres no cloud over my head. I was getting worried. So now here I sit waiting for the Guy to come back with a jump box. Hopefully my battery will take a charge.
It's a rough start but suprisingly enough I feel fine. It's good to be alive. It's good to be home. It's good to be experiencing life.
"Man, Its just good to be alive."
-David Drakulich
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