This is my life I spent the last 4 years in the Marine Crps and I hate the person I have become as a result of that. I hve a best friend thats fuckng the love of my life and the love of my life that gets inconsiderate and selfish every other year and crushes me. I have a dad thats sick in the head who thinks he is going to be a millionare from crazy letters he is writing to the FBI and a controll freak step dad that cares but I cant seem to really connect with. I have a mother who I am more worried about making woried than reaching out to and a sister who has it all together. A borther in law that judges my masochistc ways and trys to connect with me that I push away against my own desires and a productive life ahead of me that I dont want. I am an aclcoholic and an adict in one too many ways and for all my mental stability and fortitude I break down over and over again.
So heres to those times I cant forget. The good and the bad. Heres to the friendships I have made in spite of how unhealthy they are. Heres for the sucess I am about to have but never really worked for. Heres for all the people down this road that have reached out to me and tried to help me but I blew off. Heres to life with all its twists and turns. All of the promise it has that always seems just out of reach.
I have never failed at anything I have dedicated myself to until recent events. In spite of that I will find happyness and sucess in life and I will reach my own end on my own terms. I will do things my way and say 'fuck the world' as I always have.
Im not thinking clearly but I never have. Its always been shades of grey that I have accepted for clarity. I will make my own path and do something that reaches people. To hell with the pain that comes along the way.<\/p>
"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:88423","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/88423.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=88423"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2011-06-14T17:11:00","published":"2011-06-14T22:11:26Z","updated":"2011-06-14T22:11:26Z","content":"Heres that post I have been putting off forever.
Long story kinda short- I brought Melissa down here for a while and things were great. After I felt that she was really to a place that she had grown up and gotten past her issues I decided to bring her back down here to give things a long term try. When she got here she was dealing with the fallout of her last relationship and I didnt want us to be a rebound relationship so I gave her time and space. She put up walls and pushed away from me instead of talking things out and went to Tony to talk things out. She then broke things off with me and got with Tony.
Sense then I have worked through things with Tony pretty well but she has refused to be open and talk with me. I was hurt that in spite of how long we knew etchother she would do this to me and even more so that when she saw that I was in pain she hardly made any effort at all to support me.
A lot of drama kicked up over nothing and she is convinced I was lying about something very stupid. Even after a 3rd party layed out exactly what happened she turned it into a consperiacy theory that we collaborated a story to sell to her. At this point I was fed up with doing everything I could to fix our friendship and even more upset that she was starting stupid drama over nothing and calling me a lier; Saying that she couldent trust me at all. I layed out that I no longer have any desire to be her friend and I was immediatly relieved of so much stress. I feel really good right now. Better than I have felt in a while. I am upset that its come to this but I cant allow myself to tolerate this kind of treatment.
So thats the story.. Parts of it anyways. I left out other fun things like Melissa thinking I was stealing her pills.. Good times."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:86464","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/86464.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=86464"}}],"title":"Deployment love","published":"2011-05-29T07:58:03Z","updated":"2011-06-05T18:36:43Z","content":"
Im loving the shit out of this song right now. It made me laugh a little. I have been pretending to laugh but this was the first real one in some time. I had quite the run of chilling around the house drinking but as they say all good things get boreing as fuck eventually. Thus started the "Bar hopping" phase. We made it a point to go bar hopping every day. One week in particular stuck out. It went something like this. I hope that I can manage to pull through for another week. I think I just really need some rest. Not sleep- But rest. Just time away from everything to sort my life out. This tempo I have going is going to be the end of me if I let it. I know I would never let that happen but its just how I feel sometimes.<\/p>I feel good with the friends I have now though. No matter what I say I know they are as good as they come. "Anyone could do worse." as they would have said 400 years ago.
Hello my love go fuck yourself.
Its not too hard you fucked everyone else.
What would you do If I told your mom
That you got gang banged after prom
I want to rip off your fack ass tits
Or take a chainsaw to your clit
Remeber my big black friend jamal
The one who raped you behind the mall
He said for a white girl you wernt that tight
He gave you aids I laughed all night
Dont take too hard theese things I said
I wish all your family was dead
Crash your car or fall off cliff
Drink some bleach or choak on dick.
I hope you die, I hope you go deaf
Fuck you bitch your my worst regret
Hello my love just one more thing
Anal sex is still cheating
I guess its not your best atrabute
You run around likea prostitute
Come on bitch Were you on crack?
To think I would ever take you back
I guess its cool I cant blame you
cause I fucked most of your friends too
Crash your car or fall off cliff
Drink some bleach or choak on dick.
I hope you die, I hope you go deaf
Fuck you bitch your my worst regret<\/p>
"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:84919","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/84919.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=84919"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2011-05-25T02:32:00","published":"2011-05-25T07:32:15Z","updated":"2011-05-29T08:10:00Z","content":"Im sitting alone in a small town. I meet someone and we connect.
The smile and say Im not alone. That this is our dream and we finally made it
Everything is perfect. I feel safe and fuffilled. My life is coming together
On day she is gone. I wait it out
Were ment to be together and I just have to wait a little longer.
Its hell but Im unshakable. Theres nothing I cant get through
She comes back and pushes away. She smiles
'someday we will be together, We need space'
It hurts but I try. I watch us grow farther and farther appart but trust whats in motion
She leaves agin and a storm comes. Its small, manageable
The town can take it. Its nothing it hasnt pushed throug before
She smiles from a distance. The issusion is over and the lies fall away.
The storm grows. It starts tearing the town appart.
I get scared and I look over at her. She smiles then slaps me. The ground starts shaking and the town is ripped appart
Theres nothing left standing. I look around to see where my friend went and I see her on a far off mountian. Still laughing. The storm is over. A quiet settles over what use to be the town.
Its more discomforting than anything else. There is no wind. Everything is still. What can I build over this ruin? Do I even want to build anything?
The answer is whispered quietly at first. It gets louder and louder until I cant deny it. Never again.
I see a road. Its not too long but its hard
Can I push through to the end?
Can I be strong long enough to do something
Now a clock follows me. Each second makes me feel a little acomplished.
I have a dirrection. It may not be what I want but its what I am ment for.
The town dosnt matter any more. Nothing can go in its place without memories of the storm
But there is a new path to be travled. I can get somewhere"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:83481","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/83481.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=83481"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2011-05-15T03:12:00","published":"2011-05-15T10:12:56Z","updated":"2011-05-15T10:12:56Z","content":"So Im finally moved in. It feels like a big step but at the same time its the same as things have been for a while. I love how the room turned out. Me and Melissa put it together pretty damn well. It still needs a few things like a mirror and a poster or two but it already feels like home. Im pretty off balance over how heavy everything is right now. In the next few months I could end up with my idea of a perfect life or I could end up throwing in the towel on all this bullshit. I can only hope I guess. Thats frustrating for me because I like to get shit done but it is what it is I guess."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:80539","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/80539.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=80539"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2011-02-22T04:03:00","published":"2011-02-22T12:04:02Z","updated":"2011-02-22T19:42:16Z","content":"I want to post some things. Just a small portion of my life. I think it could be helpfull to some people. I will keep updating this throughout the day. Hopefully there will be a fuck ton of pictures. All those I ment to post forever ago but never got around to.
Afghanastan was hard. Not the deployment itself but more of what I went through in my head. Watching from 8,000 miles away as some peoples lives I cared about fell appart. Thats a really helpless feeling. Knowing whats going on but being stuck in a desert in the middle of fucking nowhere unable to help. That feeling of being compleatly powerless bothered me. I cant really say how but It just stuck in my mind and I would dwell on it. It ate away at me until when I came back to america I feel like a lot of me died over there.
This is my story
Im a marine in 3rd battalion 4th marines. My rejement is banned from opperating on us soil because were the only rejement to surrender our collors in battle in the marine corps, We were under the control of an army general in vietnam when this happened. It was the first and only time the army controlled marines. From what I have read we couldent have won but Im sure we could have held out for a long time. Maybe long enough for us to get reinforcements. Refer to that battle of Chosen reservoir, Hue City, Daio do, or Dragon valley. We would take a platoon and destroy a fortified rejement of viet cong that held the high ground time and time again. We are the best and hold a reputation as such starting from stories as old as the boxer rebellion where we were attacked by armed boxers and fought them off with rocks and laughs to break their moral.
In boot camp I was the guied for a third of the time. The longest of anyone in my platoon. In MCT I started a compettitive fight night when the instructors went to bed to solve our little disagreements. Then I went to MOS school. I got Non Judicial Punishment for putting a thumb drive in a computer and discovered the millitarys art of higher ranking officers "Covering their ass." I didnt get maximum punishment because I was told by one of my instructors that I could use a thumb drive to studdy the school material on government computers but the fact remained that an army general was notified and someone had to take the fall. That someone being me.
I entered the "Fleet" into Thrid battalion eleventh marine rejement. It was an artillery unit. I was still highly motivated and my only knoledge base was that which I had read in the orders we are to enforce. My first altercation was with a lieutenant. Our cannons shot 155mm rounds that weighed upwards of 80 pounds a piece. To use the you have to unscrew the storage cap, Attach a fuse in its place and lower it from the 7 ton. (A 7 ton is sort of a millitary semi truck. Heres a picture of one that has an uparmored troop carrier on its bed. Normally the back of it is flat to put anything that needs moved on. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0281.jpg<\/a>)
This lieutenant decided the rounds were too heavy to be lowered from the truck. He had his marines drop the from the bed after being fuzed. I told him it was unsafe and pretty much got a "Your new and dont know what your talking about" as a responce. I wrote up a report and sent it up. This report got filed straight in the shreader and was never seen by the command. The only thing I accomplished was making an enemy of quite a few people in charge of me. Fortuinatly a few months later LCpl Rodrieges got caught stealing from a captian. He was with 3\/4 and as an ammo tech he could no longer work with ammo with a Larceny charge. I was to take his place and my unit was to deploy in days. I got pulled out of the field and brought back from Camp Pendelton (Where I was doing the final deployment training with 3\/11 to go to Iraq in 2 months) to take his place on a deployment to Iraq in 6 days. I bairly did any "Check out" or "CHeck in" Procedures with either unit and my paperwork got backdated to fit the deployment schedual. Im not sure why but my assumption is that a marine is required a designated amount of notice before deploying. This breach of SOP is exactly what I knew I was joining into. Im still happy to say that there is leadership in the marine corps that maintains an attatude of "Getting done what needs to be done" From the begining of war Millitary units have functiond off this idea. Now its getting lost in bureaucracy and polotics. I can speak for nearly every marine I know when I say that this attatude sickens the heart of americas fighting forces around the world.
Upon joining 3\/4 I ment LCpl Johnson. A self affermed scolor of human nature. Over the next half year he proved to be the closest friend I had in this life.
To skip forward I came to Iraq. When I showed up I met Sgt Ayala. He was my seinior ammo tech and made his rank in 3 years. The fastest possable for a sgt. It turned out that we were taking over 2 areas of opperation. (Two areas that would normally have a battalion of marines per area.) I knew very little of an infintry units ammo and I felt like I was drowning in my work the first month. I caught on and ran operations smoothly. It turned out that I had to keep record of 2 accounts to keep this battalion safe. One of what we were accountable for and one for what we actually had. Some idiot higher up in the ranks would decide for our unit to stay functional we needed only a limited amount of ammo overall. Such is not the case per the limits they set us. If we were to get attacked each base wouldent have enough to defend themselves so I lied to higher about what we had and kept a realistic amount of ammo on hand. This was the turning point for me when I realised that the rules I was set in place to enforce would get people killed if I didnt modify them per situation. Such is the marine corps.
I had some great experiances in Iraq. Here are a few of the more entertaining if less relevelent stories...
I was A driving a 7 ton to Al Asad (The main base in our area) My driver was one of those country "Good ol boys" that loved to go mudding. Unfortuinatly he didnt notice the truck he was driving didnt have wind shield wipers. On the way into base you have to go through a VCP (Vehical check point). It involves concrete bariers forcing you to weave slowly through a sort of maze. He hit a puddle of mud at 50 MPH covering the wind shield just before reaching the VCP. I had to look through the gun port (A tiny hole in the up armored window you could shoot out of) telling him to swerve left or right to get through the maze of barriers.
I had my first experiance with "Chucky" 1st sgt wells during this deployment. A general was suppost to come to our base in Hit Iraq and he set marines out to make things ready for him. In his mind this included having marines "Police call" the burn pit (Basicly picking up trash in an area where we burn all our trash)
Leveling out Hesco barriers. This is a hesko barrier...
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And when its set up...
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And full....
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This is a common set-up. We fill a big barrier and put a smaller barrier on the outside of it to make a wall with a ledge we can walk and shoot from. All a hesko barrier is a super overpriced sand bag. I will go deeper into where your tax dollars go later. You will be amaizied at how much we pay for things we dont ever use or need by the way. More on that later.. This is just an awsome picture of the army slacking.. As usuial.
In iraq I got introduced to the army supporting marines. They did our laundry and worked forkliftis (Only during their working hours) Apparently the army only works set hours and only their MOS (Millitary occupational specialty) while marines work 24\/7 in anything that needs done. A guy that works communications will fill sand bags or go on patroll as needed. This is unique to the marine corps and one of the things that makes us great. Every individual knows to do anything and everything their told. Even if they dont know how when they start they figure it out along the way.
Overall the whole deployment to Iraq was uneventfull. We had very little contact with the enemy and only 1 KIA in our battalion.
The trip back was easy. Everyone returned with a ton of gear they were given for the war. Some returned it and others gave it away to the group of marines that would go on the next deployment. All in all every marine got a few thousand dollors worth of gear for free. That wich was lost or taken home by marines gets written off as a "Combat loss" and the majority of it is unneccasary to begin with. Just something an "Shiny" thinks would be good to have. Usuially straight out of OCS (Officer Candidate School) with no experiance what so ever. This accounts for hundreds of thousands of lost tax dollars but is necessatated by war. Who would ever have the balls to say "No" to a unit going to war when they say what they need? Such a dicision could cost lives and is the primary reason for the waste of tax dollars for "Safety" I personally feel theres no way of cutting costs in this area without making the lives of those enlisted harder. One could definataly cut costs without making them more dangerous but the cost would be on a psycological level. Marines would have to worry more about where their clean watter will come from. If they can stay warm at night. If they can have air support when they get attacked. If their communications equipment can reach who they need to talk to in a time of need. Such is war.
I got back to the united states with 12,000 dollars and no clue how to spend it. I was 20 years old with what in my min was a small fortuine to blow and no reason to save money. I ended up buying 8 plane tickets and seeing as many friends as I could in the alloted time limit I had to go on vacation.This included my trip to Massachusits. I came back with only 3,000$. I should explain.
I flew from Palm Springs to Austin Texas. From Austin Texas to Manchester New Hampture (I got too drunk the night before and missed my flight; We planned on going to canada. They went without me because I missed the flight. My sister bought another plane ticket to Manchester NH. When I flew there they were already on a road trip so I flew back to dallas to see my biological father. We had a bumpy histry and the trip was good for me. I ended up flying back to Manchester NH and had the time of my life. I left 5 or so days later to Arazona. From there returned to TwentyNine Palms CA.
During the period of time I had between Iraq and Afghanastan I had a large scale change of command. Most were high enough in the ranks to make no diffrence to the every day marine but the sugnifficant ones were as such.. 1st sgt bass (The greatest 1sg sgt I have even herd of to this day) was replaced by 1sg sgt Wells. To say the least- The most hated 1st sgt I have ever seen. He is the second staff NCO I have ever served under that was openly hated by those around him. It is very rare to see a staff NCO thats openly disliked by his peers. That sort of thing is usuially handled in-house. Much the same as us junior marines have a code of "You dont tell on others" the seiniors have it to a whole nother level. But you can tell when someone is just not respected. To start with a 1st sgt's job is to help the marines that serve under him. If a marine has a personal issue he cant deal with he is suppost to go to his 1st sgt and he will assist him with the issue. 1st sgt wells is known around the marine corps for burning you for your problem to progress his carrear. He adopts "Pets" (Marines that will follow his example of destroying other marines to help those over them) and helping them along their carrears. Examples would include a marine that went UA (Left the marines for a period of more than a week) for personal reasons just to return to get a meritorious promotion. (A promotion given to the "Best" marine in a company of more than 150 marines) to depriving a
platoon of marines sleep for weeks and then issueing them non judicial punishment when they fell asleep on duty. This marine eximplafies everything thats wrong in the marine corps in my mind and I beleave that anyone would be hard pressed to find a marine in 3\/4 that would support his actions as a leader. Beond these issues he held formations (a period of time when all the marines under his command would stand in a group for an assembly) at the same place at the same time every day on a base that took IDF (Inderect fire,- To be specific mortars.) We maintained a battalion of Afghanistan army nationals on our base. Below is the complications included in this situation.
To begin with they have a very rough version of dicipline. We regularly stood post (Guard for the base) with one marine, one Afghan Army (AA.) An AA guy fell asleep on post during our first month on post. When reported his Sgt Major (The seinior AA member on our base) walked to his post and executed him on the spot. Word was that he had disiplinary problems prior to this incedent but it illistrates the diffrence between our millitary and theirs. After that we regularly had problems keeping the AA from communicating with terrorists. It was a normal occation to be on an ECP (Entry Controll Point) with an AA and see them text someone every time a convoy left with the amount of vehicals and people on the convoy. This was a constant issue on every base we had AA's standing post for the entire deployment.
To step back for a molment this is how the deployment kicked off. During our training days this is how our life was. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0028.jpg<\/a> To the left you will see a cammie net. We set those up everywhere for no reason. I guess its good practice for when it counts. In the middle would be the company level COC (Where all communication and decisions for the company was made. This is a company level position after all. To the right you will see a company "Formation"
This is a close up of an ammo point. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0030.jpg<\/a>
Day to day I would do anywhere from 1-5 of theese positions. We would drop off the ammo, explain its propper usage, coordinate a pick up time, return for the pick up and inspect the ammo then orginise it for transport back to the storage facility. Its not as complicated as it sounds when you do it every day.
At night we would drink and relax it would go from everything from us relaxing sing whatever came to our inebrated minds http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0115.jpg<\/a> to random grappling matches that had no ryme or reason http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0121.jpg<\/a>.
For the story we started out on the journy to afghanastan at around 11pm. We travled from 29palms to march air force base by bus after all the bullshit goodbyes. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0130.jpg<\/a> From there we arrived at march air force base and waited there for a few hours until our flight. They baned all cameras from the flight line but I still managed to get this one off. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0130.jpg<\/a> From there we flew across the united states and in the east coast we had a warm welcome by the survivers from the vietnam war. They went on to thank us for our service and wish us the best of luck. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0136.jpg<\/a>.
From there we flew to Karjiekastan (or something like that) It was an airforce base which had all the perks of motern day life. We had plenty of time to sit around and do nothing http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0162.jpg<\/a> Smoke things that would kill us http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0151.jpg<\/a> and live in insane tents from hell http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0163.jpg<\/a> Heres the inside- http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0182.jpg<\/a> From there we flew in a C130 http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0194.jpg<\/a> to Leatherneck Afghanastan. Life over there was not anywhere as close to as comfortable as it was but it was still better than anything we would experiance in some time to come. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0203.jpg<\/a> http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0202.jpg<\/a> http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0225.jpg<\/a> In there we had classes on what to look for on patrolls (http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0230.jpg<\/a>) and the proven techniques to sweeping for IED's within our area (http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0237.jpg<\/a>) We got introduced to the newest technology put into play (http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0270.jpg<\/a>) Thats "Raptor vision" It uses radio waves to get an immage of someones body approaching the base. It can detect if their wearing an explosive vest.
Or the wild life (http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0276.jpg<\/a>) Thats the biggest grasshopper I will ever see in my lifetime. Must have been 11 inches.
After that we conducted an in country BZO on their local range. It turned out that a week prior to us ariving they found soe 12 IED's on this range. It killed 2 British warriors and destroyed the confidence of the basses populious in their local defence. From there we travled by uparmored 7 Ton http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0281.jpg<\/a> to Deleram. Pretty much the entire time you ride in a 7 ton your getting smogged out by dirt and dust. Its not a fun time but its better than getting blowin up. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0284.jpg<\/a>
On the road we passed many jingle trucks. Their basicly the derka version of truckers we pay as contractors to move millitary goods. Unfortuinatly they have a habbit of loading one pallett per truck to make more work for their friends. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0292.jpg<\/a> http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0293.jpg<\/a> That is a better use of funds than pumping it into the econmy to "Contractors." This makes one person a millionare and the 200 people working for them just as poor as they ever were. I saw this time and time again in my stay in afghanastan the most notable of wich was with the contractor Barrak in Baqua. He was paid for everything from fixing a well to making a new road from Baqua to Barrows at wich time one of his men killed a marine on patroll. This resulted in wide spread outrage throught Kilo company (The resedential company in that area) as well in the battalion. LCpl Bearchfields death would not go un-noticed in 3\/4. I wanted this entire experiance to be as accurate as possable but I cant include our retubution for this event in writing. Understand that this is war and the events that transpired were justified. I will take this part to my grave. However nothing was done by the command. The actions taken were taken by independent marines without guidence.
During my time in Baqua I compleatly re-established their ASP (Ammunition supply point) in 2 weeks. It started as this http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0402.jpg<\/a>
And ended as this http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0431.jpg<\/a> http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0432.jpg<\/a> In essence thats everything I am at work. I got bored and decided to make shelves and install lighting. Later in the deployment I returned to this base as a part of MGF (Moble guard force) During this stay the Battalion Gunner came by. I had an opertunity to fix the storage unit before he inspected it but I decided to let him see it as it was. Sergent "J" was in charge of it. He refused to listen to anything I said in reguards to maintaining it and when I returned I found the storage unit trashed and full of everything from empty drinks to half riged munitions. I saw what he had done with the place and walked away for Gunner Hay to find. As a result I spent a 12 hour period with half the company re-organising the storage unit. Once it was situated only the company gunnie had access to the ASP.
During my stay in Baqua I also had some great times. LCpl "N" was in charge of the Armory (All weapons) and LCPL "D" was in charge of the comm gear. CPL "T" Was in charge of Moter T Maitance.. One day I was in the middle of building shelves. Moter T let me use their tools and I used the wood from the dunnage pit. At some point people abandoned railroad ties which I used to make the initial shelves (Seen in the back of my re-organised picture) to hold up the massive weight of small arms. Out of nowhere Im walking back to my ASP and I hear a "BAHAHAHAHA" followed by "Squack! Squack! Squack! (It was much more of a gobble but how the fuck do you write the sound of a turkey gobbleing?)" I cant help but investagate because its the most eventfull sound I have herd in quite some time. Not only that but its right outside of Lcpl "N"s armory. When I go to talk to him he explains that somewhere along the line the guys on patroll lassoed a turkey and a goat. From this I herd an amusing story. Maybe its true and maybe its just another rumor but I beleave it. Word was that the unit before us went on patroll. On one of their mechanised patrolls (Patrolls using vehicals) they came across a farmer with some livestock. They decided they wanted to aquire a cow for whatever reason and pulled the entire patroll up to this farmers livestock. The farmer was so scared from the multiple MRAPs, HMVs, 7TONs and Cougers. The marine ended up negotiating a deal of 1 pen and 1 pencle (Bolth are a great sign of wealth and wisdom in afghanastan) for a cow because the farmer was so scared. The marine ended up getting the cow into the trailer of a 7Ton and back to base. When he arrived officer hittler (So named by my battalion because of his mustash and combover. He supposivly rocked this style beacuse of a lost bet) made him return the cow who now had a broken leg. The farmer made a feast of the returned trade as a sign of peace. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0421.jpg<\/a> http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0424.jpg<\/a> I sware on my soul that those photos are ledgit and from my camera last deployment. To this day im still shocked to find that there are wild turkies in afghanastan. Much less ones that could be lassoed on a patroll.
http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0033.jpg<\/a> This is Cpl Edwards. For the time between Iraq and Afghanastan he was my room mate. We always went through periods of pranking etchother. It started with me filling his SUV with sealed bags of trash to him filling my wall locker with shaving cream. It contenued through out afghanastan with my covering his quarters in caution tape and blaming everyone else for it to him covering everything I own in silly string and tampons. Our "Prank war" went on for months on end but we were carefull to keep it from interfearing with our work. Some of the best incidents included making everything a marine owned into a christmass tree to hiding someones fridgerator from them for months on end. When I think of the "Good ol days" in country this is the sort of thing I remeber.
That and halloween when I put on a mask, Sunglasses, Kevlar, and a flight suit and fucked with everyone that came out of the battalion COC. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0380.jpg<\/a>
Great times until the battalion Sgt Major caught me in the act. We all had quite the laugh afterwards at our daily poker match.
At any rate somewhere along the line I had to go on MGF (Moble guard force) Quite the awsome time. In sipite of CWO2 Profitt and 1Sgt Wells incompetence. Here are a few photos. (For the millitary- they were all cleared with OPSEC.. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0360.jpg<\/a> http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0362.jpg<\/a> The sight in front of my scope there is a thermal. Worked wonders. Nothing could get past me at night time with that beast. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0358.jpg<\/a> A friend with an AK47 in adition to his M16. Cant be too ready right?
http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0357.jpg<\/a> One of the AA's came on post with an RPG. We kicked him off pretty quick which he didnt feel was right until I pulled a knife on him. Then he thought it was a great time to walk away and take a nap. Go figure. I almost got in as much trouble for that one as the time I shot a dog in Bujie Bas pass. They wern't too happy about that.. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0365.jpg<\/a> Thats the view of the front ECP post in Deleram. Don't worry. The blind spots are covered by 2 other posts near by. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0378.jpg<\/a> Across the street all the jingle trucks would stand by for clearance to drop off their cargo.. This is the look through an NVG by the way. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0343.jpg<\/a> It gets much better if you adjust it. Trust me when I say you cant be lurking about at a click away at night and expect us not to see you when were rocking our new toys.. Just another marine ready for a patroll.. http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0351.jpg<\/a>
Enough said.. -> http:\/\/i1020.photobucket.com\/albums\/af326\/ThinkLiveLife\/CIMG0429.jpg<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:79684","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/79684.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=79684"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2011-02-21T15:22:00","published":"2011-02-21T23:22:36Z","updated":"2011-02-21T23:22:36Z","content":"I cried today. Its pathetic that that qualifies as a significant event. For so long I have been totally incapable of crying. Maybe its because its showing weakness or maybe its something else. It dosnt matter. Yesterday was great. Im just sorry for everything im going to miss out on. I will explain later. I love you all."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:78788","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/78788.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=78788"}}],"title":"RIP HMV","published":"2011-02-07T02:58:40Z","updated":"2011-02-07T03:01:36Z","content":"
Friday night-
Getting fucked up as always. Johns birthday was a few weeks back so we declared the upcoming week in honor of him leagally drinking. (Why some weeks after? Its one of those things that make seense when your drunk..) That night we decided we would get a tattoo of OPF. (We declared the four of us "Team OFP" OFP means 'Own Fucking Program' Its usuially screamed at you like "What, Do you think your OFP and you dont have to do what your fucking told now!?" By some angry staff sergent going through a divorse)
Sauterday-
Pregame at the house and then drinks at enchatas (Mexican resturaunt) John and mike all of a sudden dont feel like paying.. God I hate it when people pull that sort of shit. They ended up paying and we got tattoos at "Solid Inc" I ended up getting OFP and a tribal on my left arm.
Sunday-
Started drinking at 9 AM. By 1030 we were at Rattlesnake Jakes eating their killer grilled cheese bacon burger. I could actually feel my arteries cloging while I ate it but it was amaizing. We went to 7 or so bars through out the night, Failed at renting moterscooters (Mostly because I insulted the lady renting them and she could tell we were hammered), Found the most amaizing drink ever in a hotel bar called a 'Summer Beer' (Its not a beer), Ran from the cops, Picked up a lesbian and met the biggest asshole I have ever known in my life. Interestingly enough his name is Craig. He was pretty much an obnoxious dick to everyone we came accross in the last 3 bars. Great time. The night ended with us waking up on the side of the road. I guess we all got black out drunk. This brought the end of our searous drinking and driving escapades. We bairly got back to work on time and I found a Beer Bong, a christmass wraped sign that said "The Man Cave", And what was once a jesus in a hoola skirt bobble head. I have no idea where any of it came from.
Monday-
Boreing but drunk. We ditched work at noon for drinks and just never came back. I bullshitted people to think we had a late day with ammo.
Tuseday-
We got caught by range saftey. Their like millitary cops if your in the field. Good lies got us off fine. After a drop off we decided to go mudding. We do it a good bit but this time we had a HMV and a 7 Ton. The HMV is like an uparmored Jeep and the 7 Ton is like a millitary 18weeler cab with a bed attached instead of being a trailer. The rout we went on looked easy enough but before we knew what hit us the HMV was stuck in 4 ft of mud and we had no chains. Due to lack of fule and fear of getting caught we ramed it out with the 7 ton distroying the front of the HMV. We spent the rest of the day trying to break into other units moter pools to use their wash areas to hide the fact we went mudding and jacked up a vehical. It all worked out in the end.
Weds-
Finishing the cover up and coming to work at 11am. Screw that 0530am PT crap.
Now that I think about it the rest of the week was just our regular bullshit games. Working as hard as possale at avoiding work and having fun partying. Im going to miss this kinda shit. Soon I have to be responsible....
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Its been a while sense I updated. Went through another of those "Fuck writing" kinda phases. It happens every now and again when I actually find myself with a life. This post will just be a filler of the more interesting molments you missed out on.<\/p>
Thanksgiving weekend:
Got with Mike, John, and CE and we decided to cook up a turkey. Much better than the past few thanksgivings of me finding the bottom of a bottle of jack in the room after being disapointed in finding out every year that hot woman dont generaly end up in bars on holladays.
We started out with a handle of crown, 30 rack of budwiser and some weird dark rum (Mike wanted alcoholic egg nogg.) The day before thanksgiving we drove to the old house and on the way back decided to "Aquire" some firewood. That turned into us jacking wood from random places and we ended up with a plastic jesus cow. Oh, and a palm tree that didnt survive the night. We used the cow as a target for the 45.
The next morning I wolk up to find CE hammered drunk at around 11AM. He went to work hard on that handle of crown which led him to have the drunkest day of his life. He ended the day 3 times between 42 shots. Im compleatly convinced he had alcohol poisening. He passed out around 1130 and wolk up covered in trash and shaving cream. Not happy would be quite the understatement. Around 330 he made a music video (Fuking hallarious. I will post it online one of theese days) He theen wondered off twards some mountian he wanted to climb (It was a good 1.5 miles off) and when I ran him down he had no clue who I was and kept calling me "Bown Sweater" Before we made it back we climbed a mini mountian and he got in a fight with a bush (Very literly) We ate and CE took nap #2. He wolk up and kept drinking. Bad idea. Mike went inside and came back out with the first flare. He shot it off and it did what flares do- Burned until it hit the ground. CE thought it started a terrable fire (Were in the middle of the desert mind you) and he sprinted to put the fire out with a beer pitcher until the cactus stopped him. An hour or two later the situation repeated itself. Mike shot off a flare and CE went to put it out but this time he got close lined by a T pole designed to hole up a close line. His feet flew over his head when he hit it at a dead sprint and he came down on a rock giving him a "Rib contusion"
Day 3 was sorta uneventfull. We spray painted the "Man cave" (Its a tiny house next to the house) and we burned every hit of shrub around the fire because we ran out of stolen fire wood. We did go on a mission to aquire a grill from someones yard but John was so drunk he stole a table and chair making enough noise to rouse the inhabatince of the house. Good times.. Unless your CE. The only thing he remeberes is whats recoreded and the hangover each morning.<\/p>
"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:77178","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/77178.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=77178"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2010-06-22T02:46:00","published":"2010-06-20T09:46:34Z","updated":"2010-06-20T09:46:34Z","content":"
Yeah- All the posts were backdated. Deal with it.
Anyways I feel much better just spaming my memorys in my journal. I still have to shoot off a few posts from afghanastan and one or two from before (When i was neglecting my journal) but It feels good to get what I did out of the way.<\/p>
At any rate- Goodnight. (Hopefully)"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:76293","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/76293.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=76293"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2010-06-22T01:19:00","published":"2010-06-20T08:19:21Z","updated":"2010-06-20T08:19:21Z","content":"Turns out this is one of those nights I cant fucking get drunk. I have had atleast 20 through out the day and I dont feel buzzed. Seeing as that I wont be sleeping for a while Im going to make up some of those posts. I was going to throw them together into 1 post but it didnt make sense- Some of them need to be backdated.
Enjoy- Or dont. I could give a shit."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:75919","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/75919.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=75919"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2010-06-12T21:24:00","published":"2010-06-11T04:23:54Z","updated":"2010-06-11T04:23:54Z","content":"So its been a while sense I have posted. Sad to say I have neglected my journal because I have been preoccupied with people that hope I die in some very creative ways. I will definatly post some highlights later. Some of it is too funny to pass up.
The \"Im going to post later\" stuff is really stacking up. I will make up for it on the weekend. Between work and my new \"Fans\" I dont have much time. Plenty has happened though. I got to see a guy run over a fire hydrant (I thought that shit only happened in shitty action movies), Had a few run ins with PMO (The millitary Police), Saw the worlds worst fight and started a small war with my unit.
Once again- Posts will follow... Someday. Just kinda spewing this one out there to let my journal that although I am cheating on it- I will go back to posting again soon enough."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:75568","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/75568.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=75568"}}],"title":"Rehab anyone?","published":"2010-06-08T08:35:17Z","updated":"2010-06-08T08:35:17Z","content":"So im headed out on the 22nd for rehab. This should be interesting. I have no idea how its going to go but in the end im sure it will be for the better. I still dont think I need to go for any sort of drinking issues at all. Its not like I get drunk and wake up with a stolen baby or something. Nothing searous happens at all. I just like drinking. Everyone I am close to I ask their oppenion and they generally say the same thing. Except for my bible thumping father anyways. Either everyone is \"Just being nice\" or I dont have an issue with alcohol.
Some people are pissing me off a bit with the whole \"Niceness\" thing. Like I cant handle some fucking honesty or something. If im asking for an oppenion I dont want you to tell me what I want to hear. If I did I would go down to pets-mart and talk to a fucking parrot.
(Venting)
(Venting)
(Venting)
And done~
I luve you journal."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:74959","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/74959.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=74959"}}],"title":"My Vacation Pt1","published":"2010-06-03T11:21:00Z","updated":"2010-06-03T11:21:00Z","content":"Finally went on leave. I learned a lot about myself and the other people in my life. All in all it was awsome. This part was the trip to Richmond. Im leaving the Austin and Dallas parts out for now. I will post the Massachusits and LA later.
21st Friday
I get off the plane and go down the escalator to claim my bags. I went there to see my friend Justin. He was in my unit in the marines and he helped me more than anyone when I was going through a sort of life crises in Febuary last year. I didnt recognise him at first except for his wife. She is this gothic black chick with dreads- Kinda hard to miss. It was crazy seeing him with a kid. When I last saw him his wife was pregnate. I totally envy his life. He is with the woman he loves and everything is falling into place. Someday I will be there. Someday..
We first headed to his house for some BBQ. His parrents were suppost to be there but they went to some concert (Apparently they have live music in Richmond- Who woulda thunk it?) At any rate it was a pretty chill and uneventfull night. I loved it. I ended up getting a hotel because I didnt feel like staying in his parrents house. They offered and everything but I just wouldent feel right. Its the thought that counts.
22nd Saterday
The next day I headed to the mall with Justin. He wanted to see my \"Mac skills\" and sort of pulled the whole 'No balls you wont get that girls number' I got a few girls numbers but deleted most of them shortly after getting them. Im a bit selective when it comes to women. Half of them were the plastic kinda girl that were social lights anyways. I cant stand those types. I did meet a really cool girl named Jackie. She was a sort of punkish girl with a fuck load of tattoos. Just my type. That and when we talked she actually had something to say rather than just blabbing about nothing and laughing a lot (When the hell did laughing become a substitution for good conversation anyways?)
After the mall we went to a bowling alley. Pretty interesting time. I met up with some of Justins friends there and we all had drinks. A pretty cute girl was bowling in the lane next to ours so naturally I did what I do best- turned a bit of game on. As the night progressed we went from talking to challenging etchothers drinking abilities and more grinding than dancing on etchother. I knew exactly where this was headed but then I got some disterbing news that one of the guys she was bowling with was her soon-to-be husband. Now I think she is a swinger but just to be sure I ask him. Went something like this-
(Seperate conversations combined)
Me: So you guys are swingers right?
Him: No- She is just playing around.
Her: Im not playing around.. Wheres your hotel?
Him: Searously- She isnt a swinger. Were in a monogomus relationship
Her: You cant handle my sexuialaty
Yeah.. Things just got weird. It was downhill from there but I made it into a game of fending her off and trying to convince her I am not the type she wants to go home with. It all ended when I talked to them bolth at once and acted like an emo tool telling them that their ment to be together and I just cant fuck that up for them.
(At about this time my dick looked up at me and called me a pussy)
23rd Sunday
Justin had to work today. I was bored in the hotel so I called around and talked to my SSgt thats living in boston. Decided I was going to head up there and asked if I could crash at his place for a day or three. He was cool with it so I texted Justin and let him know whats up.
I headed out and met up with 'Drug Lord E' (I have no idea what his real name is but he offered me all sorts of drugs) and his cousin at hooters. We kicked it there for a bit and had some drinks. I ended up picking up a hooters girl (Im very proud of this because I didnt think I had enough skillz) and after a few hours had her spending more time talking to me and laughing her ass off then serving her tables. The place was kinda dead anyways. Drug lord E left to go play some basket ball and I left with the Mrs Hooter to have some fun in the hotel. We had some fun- I got her number- She left. Im now bored again so I go to the gas station to get some beer.
At the gas station theres a rather interesting looking guy playing a PVC pipe thats twisted in a spiral like its a horn. I get some beer and offer him one. Turns out he is homeless. We kill a 6 pack in no time and I end up bringing another girl into the conversation. She got a flat and is waiting on Tripple A. I get her number before she leaves and a guy that looks like he has been taking steroids for half his life comes up. Turns out he is a pro fighter so naturally we get along. We chatted about fighting and showed etchother a few things until he brings up the idea of chilling at his hotel.
Me the bum and Mr UFC go back to the hotel and drink with his girlfriend (Who is more of a sugar mama) He asks me to get him some pain killers and weed so I call up Drug Lord E who comes over with his cousin. Things get crazy for a while but nothing worth mentioning happens outside of them offering me drugs about 20 times and me saying no about 30. Also I introduced them to Spice.
At the end of the night Justin gets off work and takes me to the airport.
-This is a bit of a rough draft. I will edit it when it isnt 4m. (Too much on my mind to sleep)"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:74582","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/74582.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=74582"}}],"title":"Oops?","published":"2010-05-30T22:53:31Z","updated":"2010-05-30T22:53:31Z","content":"Quick post. Once again- Details later.
I hooked up with a girl last night. We boned for about two and a half hours and then I came. Heres the \"oops\" I pull out and notice I am now proudly wearing only half a condom.. Which means I blew a 7 roper inside of her. So we go to a CVS and I buy a \"Plan B\" pill. (FYI its 60$ for one fucking pill. If I was a little bit more of an asshole I would have just run away. Its not my vagina right?
Well it turns out I am very much \"More of an asshole\" She asked me how many people I had been with in the last few months. My not mentioning being in afghanastan probably put her a bit more at ease when I told her 8. I doubt she would like it very much if I told her I had boned 8 girls in about two weeks. The conversation was doomed from here on
Plan-B Girl: Did you always use protection?
Me: *Scraches head* I think so?
Plan-B Girl: What the fuck? You think so?
Me: Yeah...
Plan-B Girl: Blah blah blah
Me: Zoneing out
Plan-B Girl: Whats my name?
Me: *Acting very offended at the notion that I dont know her name* Fuck this Im getting a drink.
I get the drink and come back. Thinking a dodged that bullet. I thought wrong
Plan-B Girl: So whats my name? (She is smarter than the average sorrority girl)
Me: How the fuck would I know?
Plan-B Girl: We had sex for like two hours and you dont even know my name?
Me: It happens.
She drops me off at the hotel where I was reunited with my friends. We had a few beers and crashed out."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:74289","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/74289.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=74289"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2010-05-28T17:38:00","published":"2010-05-28T21:38:06Z","updated":"2010-05-28T21:38:06Z","content":"I havent posted in forever. I wrote a few posts while I was in Afghanastan but their just saved on my computer. I will post them when I get around to it.
Simply put after things went down last febuary I have pulled together nicely. Things are really going my way now in every aspect of my life. I do feel that I am turning into a bit of an asshole though. It bothers me a little bit but only when I look back at my life and think ab out who I wanted to be when I was young. I finally know who I am and what I have to offer and I finally love it.
Right now I am in Lowell Mass at Melissa's house. She is getting her hair done. I guess she got sick of me but after last night I can hardly blame her. I will get into that later. I plan on kinda writing out this crazy journy I have had over the last 2 weeks. Its been pretty sick. I went to Austin and saw my mother and sister (And a few friends) then to dallas and saw my dad. After that I hit up Richmond Virgenia and saw my friend Johnson and his wife. Now I am messing around in Mass with Melissa and her boyfriend and tomorow I will be in LA. Good times.. Like I said though. Details later. Im just getting re-aquainted with my journal."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:68355","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/68355.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=68355"}}],"title":"notthatotherguy @ 2009-03-19T18:12:00","published":"2009-03-19T01:36:10Z","updated":"2009-03-19T01:36:10Z","content":"Today kicked ass. Work flew the fuck by. I felt like I was only there for 2 hours. There was just so much to do. Near the end it just got nuts. The Gunner (Cheif warrent officer W2 Hay) Asked me to knock out 3 request with unforcasted reports within one hour so they could get signed off by the battalion commanding officer. Somehow I pulled it off. Usuially it takes about 2 or 3 hours per request but yeah. I felt awsome after that. Later that day I had to cancel one of them though. Its going to be split into 2 requests. Tomorow I will have to write up a cancelation form and two requests with unforcasted letters and priority 6 letters. Thats gona suck but its alright. I like staying busy. It makes the day feel so much more fufilling and it makes me feel like Im really makeing a diffrence in the battalion.
The best part of the day was when I checked my pay. Im totally underpaid. That may sound like a bad thing but it means that I will be getting a fat check to make up for all the lost pay. Pretty much I have been underpaid for the last 8 months. How cool is that shit? I have nothing to do with the money at all. But money is never a bad thing right?"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notthatotherguy:57138","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/57138.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/notthatotherguy.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=57138"}}],"title":"Burglar victims wake to spice rub, sausage attack","published":"2008-09-08T15:19:40Z","updated":"2008-09-08T15:19:40Z","content":"A burglar who broke into a home just east of Fresno rubbed spices over the body of one of two men as they slept in their rooms and then used an 8-inch sausage to whack the other man on the face and head before running out of the house, Fresno County sheriff's deputies said Saturday.
Lt. Ian Burrimond, describing the crime as one of the strangest he's ever heard of, said a suspect was found hiding in a nearby field a few minutes later and taken into custody on suspicion of residential robbery.
Deputies, he said, had no problem linking the suspect to the crime.
\"It seems the guy ran out of the house wearing only a T-shirt, boxer shorts and socks, leaving behind his wallet with his ID,\" Burrimond said.
Arrested was Antonio Vasquez, 22, of Fresno.
Burrimond said deputies headed to the victims' home in the 300 block of South Thompson Avenue near Kings Canyon Road shortly after 8 a.m. Saturday regarding a burglary in progress.
The victims, both farmworkers, told deputies they were awakened by a stranger applying spices to one of them and striking the other with a sausage.
Both the spices and the sausage, Burrimond said, reportedly were obtained from the victims' kitchen.
After the man fled, the victims discovered the home had been ransacked and that some money was taken, Burrimond said.
Burrimond said the money was recovered, but that the piece of sausage used in the attack was discarded by the suspect and eaten by a dog.
\"That's right, the dog ate the weapon,\" Burrimond said"}]}