Pass The Brass

Well I wouldn’t call it no bowl of lemon’s that’s “fo sho”. I think a more appropriate term in relation to my own would be a bowl of delicious Granny Smith apples…and buried deep within the pile is one very rotten, very disgusting bad apple infecting all those around with a zombie-like rottenness that spreads like Bubonic Plague! Uggh.

It’s like they say, “there’s always one.” Apparently I am “that one guy” though. Dangit.

So the other day I had a thought as I was simultaneously searing my lungs with smoke. (Don’t worry I’m quitting. Just send some prayers my way to keep my mind off of it.) I was thinking to myself what one of the hardest things of transitioning is going to be. And it occurred to me that I might run into a bit of difficulty in the outside when it comes to getting things done.

For the past 4+ years I have done everything by command. There’s always been that 1 of 25 bosses to tell me what to do and on occasion how to do it. I won’t have that for the most part when working in your everyday civilian world. I wonder how this will affect my working habits. I brought this up with the person who was out there at the time and they simply assured me it’ll be very much different once I get there. I just nodded my head in feigned agreement as I continued my self destructive habit of smoking. Such a sad, sorry story we all tell. I’ll kick it before I go home.

So I just repeat to myself what I have been telling myself for the past few months, “I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” To be honest, I really couldn’t tell you whether or not that lil’ quip is either a short stint of genius or absolute garbage wrapped in a nice little package of words to make it sound like some clever saying.

And so he resumes his journey down the long road of life carrying his burden with him, much like Christian did, in a Pilgrim’s Progress, praying for liberation while looking to his feet when his true salvation lie just before him on the Mount of Calvary…

…he blindsides everyone with some random update to his Flickr page!

WTH is a CD MeMe??

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They say it like it’s a bad thing …BWAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!

Gas going to restaurant: 7 bucks (stoopid recession)

Cost of meal: 45 bucks (with a tip of course)

Spending time with a war buddy whom you get to hang out with once a month: Priceless

No matter how much a meal costs or where we end up going, I put absolutely no monetary value on relationships forged in fire.

So here’s to my good friend, Jordy! May we always remember the good times both abroad and near! Cheers, bro.