kerowhack

So here's the really real deal... a few months ago, I was making my way back home from a long night out whoring when I was pulled over for my creative driving style (no headlights, going the wrong way on a one way street, and they could probably have smelled the booze from their cruiser). Suprisingly, being arrested and stuck in jail for the night was better than my job then, and I think in this great RPG called Life that I should get beaucoup XP for having spent a night in jail, although some may disagree. So after geting bailed out and returned to my boat, I became aquainted with yet another little known bit of military lore. Double jeopardy is alive and well, and you can get in trouble for the same shit twice. Somehow, the Almighty Navy decided that being a drunken sailor is a bad thing (though the question springs eternal, why the fucking song then?) andf I was released from my indentured servitudedness a bit early. After spending a month or so in Hawaii with nothing to do but watch TV and ponder why the bus comes exactly 30 seconds after you give up and walk, I have finally returned to my home, Las Vegas. I am living in some stylish digs, although they are old people stylish since I am hanging with the parents for a couple months. I am job hunting, and I am semi-surprised to find out that the average waiter at your local chain restaurant makes more than I did in the Nav, plus there are no 120 hour work weeks or 6 month deployments to deal with. Although this adjustment is hard, I am very lucky to be surrounded by friends and family who lov- errr, lik- errr, tolerate me. Sometimes. So this is my life up to now, kind of. And if you happen to know any cute Vegas girls, or even happen to be one yourself, who doesn't mind paying for everything, or picking me up for a coupla more months, or never being able to go back to my place, drop me a line.

P.S. I am now on dial-up. The horror....