Depravity, Complacant, and Tired
I have been away from this outlet for far to long now, and much has transpired since I last stood near this foul podium. Over the past few nights I have been at a loss for words as far as any military stories go, but they will come to me in time, like other things.
As for the update, I am still without a job that provides any substantial amount of income, but I refuse to allow anything to hinder the intesive task of spending all of the money which my wife has recieved from the ‘government’ due to her socially crippling ‘disability’. God bless the USA, or the Treasury at least.
This past month has been little more than a watery downward spiral into my own psyche. Not a night has passed during which I have not partaken in the consumption of massive amounts of alchohal and/or marijuana. Normally, my evening starts out simple enough, with me curled up reading a novel or a periodical of some sort, reflecting quietly on the days events and misgivings. Then things begin to get a bit shady, as I relocate to my study to gaze haplessly at a computer screen in a futile atempt to lul myself out of the deep introspective depression that I fell into during the previous part of my night. Lo and behold, my eyes drift over to the closet, whose doors I have removed to accomodate my extensive wardrobe and music hearing machines, only to rest upon the bottle of hard liquor I placed there during the day in preperation for this very moment. This leads to me ‘getting stoned’, but only if my doctor has filled my prescription, in exchange for a pair of Jordans, or a fistful of dollars. By the time 3am comes, I am gone, totaly and utterly lost to the world in a pool of self loathing and emotions that I don’t quite enjoy, and the only way to keep myself from performing is to make unimaginably gregarious purchases on multiple websites, such as amazon.com.
By day of course, I am an upstanding citizen, great father, and half descent husband.
