It's the sixteenth of November, 2012. I have a little over a hundred days left in Okinawa. It feels like an eternity, and it feels like a heartbeat away. I have spent just short of three years on this island, and there have been plenty of good times. There have also been more than a fair share of rough times. I turn twenty-five next month...
Read More
Read More
He walks, pompous, arrogant, self-important.
He talks, confidently, ignorantly, remorselessly.
Hypocrisy riddle his words, excess his actions.
He doesn't understand and we've told him.
Morale takes a beating and he keeps on "leading" and we all hope and pray for the end.
Spark, the first light.
Ember, the last breath.
Fire, the dancing death.
He talks, confidently, ignorantly, remorselessly.
Hypocrisy riddle his words, excess his actions.
He doesn't understand and we've told him.
Morale takes a beating and he keeps on "leading" and we all hope and pray for the end.
Spark, the first light.
Ember, the last breath.
Fire, the dancing death.
It's Friday, December 3, and almost the fourth. Right now I'm listening to Sick Puppies. Tomorrow there will be a rock show at my favorite bar in Naha, a couple of local bands. I'm still trying to figure out how they are going to fit a band and enough people to make it profitable into the bar, as it's pretty small, but I figure that's...
Read More
Read More