When I got home in May of 2007, I bought a hat and feasted for the summer.
I partied with friends in NYC.
I smoked cigars with buddies at the lake.
Went to a concert in VA.
And even went to Chris Samuels #60(#redskins) 30th birthday party.
Shit started getting hairy from there.
This bathroom renovation messed me up.
The bathroom turned out great, but the damage had been done.
I lost my shit. I saw the edge and I got as stuck as stuck could get.
I could get myself out most times, but I felt the weakness.
It unnerved me.
Since, I have tried to rebuild myself without this weakness.
When I went to War, I studied the Art of War.
Now, I'm out.
I'm studying the Art of Peace.
Over the next 114 weeks, I will dissect the Art of Peace.
I will use simple examples so the Marines and the Infantry don't feel left out.
I recognize this is a two year commitment, but if you, Dat's,chrunch'ies, meatheads and morons think I'm just doing this for you,
I got some beach front property to sell you in Arizona.