that's the thing. and i am really sorry to have this appearing in two posts...it was an accidental transplant from gen forums...got transferred here looks like.
usually, i think of people and the shaft and i think...ya right...uh huh....whatever there slap happy.
pretty much like most of the 24 men that i bunked with last night.
but i feel like i am...and that i should fight it.
should i?
if it's any consolation, i spent a good deal of the night last night drawing and coloring a chessboard on a stainless steel table with a pencil the size of a quarter chunk of a broken crayon. i made little drawings of the peices
on peices of paper.
only played two games, but i ruled.
so theres that.
oh. and i learned how to play dominos from a man who smelled very much like feet.
look away...look away...look awayyyyyy....dixie land.
