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I am on a computer. This doesn't happen often, so, first let me say thanks to everyone who left a comment, or added me, or has been watching me do nothing on computers for the last three years.

Second, updates. I'm back living in Denver. Still got the hachiroku, but instead of the crusty pink rust-bucket she was when I first got her, she's a shiny, mean-runnin' red panda rocket. Still workin' hard every day, swingin' my hammer. Still single and hating it. Overall, everything's great for me, yet I'm still pissed off all the time. Unless I'm working, in which case I'm only pissed off sometimes. Then I smash something with my hammer, and feel better for a few minutes. Lately, I've taken to smoking two packs a day. It's part of my regimen. It's good.

Third, the future. I don't draw anymore. I make bank swinging a hammer, and what money doesn't go into a pint glass goes into my car. I was right about dropping out of art school. Probably the best decision I ever made. Fuck art.

The whole time I've been writing this, I've been thinking about the past.

So, fuck off. I need to get to a beach, so's I can piss on Bin Laden's grave.

Burn.

So I started a new job a couple days ago, no more V-1. It's sad, but it's tough to be sad when something like this comes along. I'm working hard, helping the environment, and actually gettin' paid. You'll still find me at Streets, but during happy hour, instead of last call, since it looks like I'm all growed up now.

Quick note on that-- I get off work at 4:00 in the afternoon, so I get Guinness for $2 every day now, instead of just on Tuesdays! I'm gettin' fuckin' loaded!

Other than that, going to bed at 10:00 is for poofs, and waking up at 6:00 in the morning fucking sucks. Job's well worth it, though, and I've never felt more true.

So, the Army doesn't want me.

A trigger-happy, baby-raping, pyromaniac, drug-addicted, kill-crazy loose cannon of a. . .

Wait, what the fuck?! That ain't me! I may be a 27-year-old video clerk, but I'm in peak physical condition, I'm driven and motivated and intelligent and GOOD. The United States Army won't take ME? Some kind of fuckin' loser!

Obviously, it is not in my destiny to have honor. That's fine, I guess. Honor is pretty much dead, anyway, huh?

I finally got all caught up on my messages and deviations!

For those of you who don't know, I'm working hard on joining the Army right now, so wish me luck, 'cause if I get in, the War on Terror will soon be another victory for us. --And by us, I do mean US.

Maybe going a little crazy lately. Apologies to those around me who have suffered offense.