08-24-03 - 00:59
"I don't give a fuck
I'm a hitman, I'm a stalker, I'm a soldier, I'm a street walker"
"Never slow down, never sleep"
"Don't play with me, see me, stay away from me Just let me ride
No you can't fade me"
"Everybody dies, just let me
There is nothing wrong with me
I'm not trying to see things your way
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning, I'm not lost
I'm just waiting, waiting to die"
"I drink too much
See me fall down, see me laugh, see me fuck up, see me laugh"
"Everybody dies"
""hed pe""
I’ve been gone for along time now. For me the time I was gone seemed like a brief moment. But the few times I was back seemed to last forever. I remembered how much I hate this town. The term despise is more true to how I feel about it. My lack of any real connections, anyone that noticed I was gone. They sent me home; told me I needed to heal. I think I was better off out of Iowa. I am still bruised up kind of bad, still some blood in my eye and a lot of cuts. Nothing special. I don't know, there is just something about flying in a black hawk. It could be the anticipation of the mission or the shaking nerves, but I just cant get away from the moment of clarity you get before you touch down on a possibly hostile landing zone. That moment that you know that nothing matters. No one can touch you. Training gives you a hint of what the main course is like, but you can't know the fear and rush others have felt, no tasted. For some reason you feel music should be playing in the background. But there is none. Just the sound of chopper blades and yelling.
