AntiHero

He lived long, and certainly prospered, now he's gone beyond the final frontier. May he rest in peace.

Finding the all of the patches and chevrons I need for a woodland camo uniform shirt at a local dry cleaners that's within walking distance from my apartment. The nice ladies there made my day when they produced a very hard to find Audentes Fortuna Iuvat (Fortune Favors the Bold) patch for the old Air Force woodland bdu uniforms. The motto is for the 366th Fighter Wing, the Gunfighters. Mountain Home AFB, ID.

Gin and Tonic. Unwinding after a bad day at work.

Killing off a small bag of Better Made potato chips my parents sent out. I should probably pick up some of the Faygo that was in the cooler at the gas station and get nostalgic. Faygo as far west as Idaho.

Watching Blade Runner: Director's Cut (one of many)

Whatever happens with Ebola on this continent, it's going to be a complete shit-show.

"...if I ever have another relationship it will be the person that is willing to sit on the porch with me and drink our morning coffee together until we're old and gray. That's all I want." Well said, kat. There are very few people I actually connect with, and that makes for a lonely life. I also get this feeling that I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what. Not in terms of relationship, but life in general.

I once received a call from a dude who was convinced that I was his AA buddy, creepy thing is his AA buddy shared a name with me and was from Woodhaven MI, I'm from Trenton MI. This was during the time when I was stationed overseas, and brought to Nellis AFB (Las Vegas) for a little working "vacation". The timing was odd because I was only within the service area of my Sprint phone which was only turned on while I was in the U.S. for that three week window, and I don't tweet, or post things on facebook, or make it known where I'm going. Another time I received a call from some girl who insisted I was her boyfriend "Curtis". She seemed convinced that I was pulling her leg and that I really was Curtis, or she was pulling a fast one on me. She was convincing, I'll give her that. The final was a weird voicemail I had waiting for my on my phone when I got back from a deployment last year. I'd just gotten through customs in Baltimore waiting for me in my saved voicemails was none other than the voice of Jon St. Jon, radio dj and voice of the character Duke Nukem. I think I know who orchestrated the message, but I haven't talked to her in years.

Off work, unwinding, may go out for a 3 a.m. bike ride now that my sinuses are clear from a week of torment.

Watching Family Guy on my second monitor as I recline in my chair, congested with my chest slathered in Vapo Rub. Caught a cold, the next couple of days are going to suck.

I only pop in anonymously every now and then, haven't been around the past couple of years due to work, deployments and the like. I'll be out of the miltary and back in the Detroit area for school in a couple of months.

Thank you all, now back into hibernation I go.

Still would need metallic content for the ammunition.