I’m back from the Big Boy Camporee in the desert, Good People of the Dope. I had an absolutely GREAT time over there, but all good things must come to an end. The tea-totalling, sexual abstinance, unbearable heat, dust, flies, unbendable military bureaucracy, and invincible Saudi arrogance, intolerance and ignorance, not to mention the violence-without-objective-or-policy, are things that I’ll always cherish in my memories-cum-nightmares.
I’m back to my old, familiar world, and you’re all a part of it. I wasn’t allowed to post to the boards while I was over there, but I could feel your love across the miles. Lucretia and I would talk twice a week (for a strictly-enforced fiften minutes each), and we had unlimited e-mail, so she told me the DeeCee Chapter was good enough to push back the Doperfest so I could attend. Thanks a ton for accomodating that; very sweet of y’all.
I’m now a Veteran of a Foreign War. Proud of my service, ashamed that it’s been going on for NINE YEARS, and we haven’t moved the ball at all. Killin’ Iraqis, risking our own guys, and no result. Well, fuck it…I did what I could, and no Merkins got kilt while I was there. So, I won MY war…