.......speaking of that and thinking about those hats that saybut the militarios don't got no monopoly on fatigue outdoors jackets
Air Cap Truck stop
big guy with a beard and a viet nam vet hat
they sell those hats truck stops
I don't think anybody checks your discharge papers to see if you are eligable to wear one.
I could even buy one
they are generic no unit identification
maybe he stole it
I had a buddy at the quaker meeting in nashiville that had one of those camoflage floppy hats with a little patch on it that said
"participant south east asian war games 1968" somebody at Vanderbilt stole it. He was working on his masters in Chemical engineering there. He had burn marks up and down his arm. From cigarettes, some game the guys would play he said.
SO anyway there this big cry baby was shooting pool in the driver's lounge bitching and moaning because his company had screwed up his cash advance for the day
he had to layover and had no money for a motel
big fucking cry baby bitching and bitching
because he would have to sleep in his truck
so I gave him forty dollars for a motel because he was a viet vet.
but now that I look back on it I dont think he was a veteran at all
or if he was he spent the war stateside
or maybe he stole the hat.
because the men I had teamed with, the ones who had seen the war upclose and personal never would have moaned and groaned about a little thing like that.
they expected the snafu
and when things went wrong they even seemed to get more cheerful about the little indignities of civilian life.
like Johnny, one of the best of the best I ever ran a sleeper team with.
his only idiosynchracy was he could not watch a slasher movie
he had seen enough slit throats
we made a trip to L.A. once where everything went wrong, one break down after another, flat tires, blown radiators, ect etc ...
it only brought out his sense of humor
I heard later that on a holloween night in Utah somebody had a sick sense of trick or treat and hung a cinder block on a rope under a bridge. Just windshield high. he survived after a long stay in the hospital
johnny was a big old pooh bear
with the reflexes of a natural born killer.
But I can't talk about that night in the alley behind a bar with the mean drunk, I only told him that if I were him I would stay out of bars and away from mean drunks
going to be a lot of men coming home from Bush's military adventures with deadly reflexes. You guys are going to have your hands full helping them transition to civilian life. good luck.
....Have you ever envied a bum?
National CIty California down around the waterfront, sitting in a ragged old peterbilt with a sleeper that smelled like someone had used it for a kitty litter box, leaky air line on the brakes, bald tires, and a treacherous jake brake that would fade in and out, the only job I could get at the time because I was just out of jail and no respectable outfit would hire me.
I had spent the night in a cheap motel and got somekind of bite on my foot, later homeboy said it was a black widow, cause I was nauseous the next morning and I did not feel a thing. Later my foot swelled up like a purple football so there I was sitting in that truck with my foot bandaged up and I saw a bum sitting on the curb at the corner where I was waiting for the red light to change. His foot in a bandage too. his crutches by his side. Me on my way to NoCal, up and over Grapevine with bald tires and funky brakes.
How I envied that bum on his nice safe curb, and a bed at the mission that did not smell like a kitty litter box.
No tea for a month but today I am getting high for sure. maybe not, I been avoiding my baby sister, well not so much avoiding her as the tea.
but it beats the hell out of effexor.
I edited my reply to the Hester['s post on culture.
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... 5&start=30
Thinking about mother's and their sons, dead mothers, live mothers, dead sons live sons
and I am always more concerned with the living.
Good book called Denial of Death almost finished it.
my last post for a while
I am working on a maximus opus post for eyelid.
be back when I finish it.