Goooodbye Fayettenam!

This is the last night I'll spend in the trashy, post-nuclear apocalyptic shit hole that I not-so-affectionately refer to as Fayettenam.

This is probably a good thing for the world at large, because I swear to god if I get cut off by one more asshole in a Chrysler 300 with 13245" chrome rims on it because the sonofabitch can't be bothered to check his mirrors, I'm going to lose my already-tenuous grasp on human decency and societal law.

Fuck this place, and fuck pretty much everyone in it. If I were president, I'd quarantine this city and use it to test only the most heinous and painful chemical/biological/thermonuclear weapons.

I shall leave this city with both middle fingers in the air, foot to the floor, and never look back.

Goodbye, and go fuck yourself, Fayettenam.

Civilian Life.

Well, life's good, or as good as it can be for being stuck in Fayetteville for another week or so. My beard is coming in nicely, my hair's getting shaggy and exactly zero fucks are given on each day. Best of all, my old unit is doing a 21-day field problem for absolutely no reason, and I'm sure the weather gods will express their hatred of Joe to the fullest. I'll be happily warm and asleep!

I'm debating posting a story or two that I couldn't put up while I was still in the service... not sure I really want those in public, but they are damned entertaining. No promises.

Also working on getting my old page back up to speed. Since I don't live in Fayetteville and I'm not a paratrooper anymore, this one seems a bit inappropriate... The Modern Mountain Man is much more suited to my new life.

Progress!