Friday, June 27, 2003



Classic ...

Saturday, June 21, 2003

Well, Gibson officially dickrode me all the way to GL... My faith in the human race wanes with every waking moment.

Last week Mo and I got our cutlasses... Due time - we've been enrolled for damn near two years. We aced every category 'cept Engineering. I resorted to begging "J" to sew my patch on. I hate asking her to do anything but it was an excuse to see her and it'll get Dang off my back, so what the hell - two birds with one stone. Next on our list is our wings. This time maybe it won't take us two years... maybe...

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

What a week.

Jayson Blair is an early frontrunner for my "Most Emabarassing Black Man of the Year" award. Maybe I'm too critical of him. Somehow I don't think so. The guy's all over the media. It's embarassing. For those of you that don't know, our man Blair resigned from the NY Times after inventing stories and plagiarizing articles. He says he was in a "cycle of self-destruction" – including substance abuse, and suffered from mental illness. He says he regrets the pain it's caused his colleagues, who he says are "great and wonderful journalists." X-Ray Vision Needed to Find Black Superheroes indeed. Things like this have a ripple effect in the black community, hence the reason Gerald Boyd left.

Roller coaster week to be a Cub fan. The Sosa fiasco had me nearly to the point of wearing a bag over my head in shame. Noone will let you forget when your team falls on hard times and it was a dark day in Wrigleyville. Thankfully, the best fans in the world stood by Sosa and after we slayed the Yanks things are lookin' up.

Now only if the Nets can turn it around. *Crosses fingers*...





Food For Thought






Sunday, June 08, 2003

I can't seem to exorcise the spectre of misfortune that plagues me annualy between the months of April and June. May damn near kills me every year. And what's sad is it never starts out that way. Perhaps Fate just gives me a false sense of security and sets me up for the impending fall.

To put it briefly, Japan sucked...

I shouldv'e saw it coming. Just like everything else I've ever looked forward to or had my heart set on. I just don't get it. I'm not a bad guy. Is it too much to ask to catch a break once in a while?

"J" did in fact leave me hangin'. How come I was completely without her company in Yoko', yet her presence was felt everywhere? The first day, I rolled with the most rag tag slipshod liberty party ever compiled. 'Course it was my fault. All derivative of my inability to say no. Gibson, who's intolerable 50% of the time, Youngblood, who's good for nothing outside of gaming, Sprouse, who's just all around strange, the new guy, who I approve of highly, and Chaix.... oh Chaix... I like Chaix... I really do. He has a lot of redeeming qualities, he just leaves 'em on the ship whenever we go on liberty. Sans the new guy everyone concerted their efforts to make me extremely annoyed and abrasive that day. It wasn't a total loss. I got to see X2 that day. Best superhero movie ever. No further review is needed. I also picked up the Final Fantasy X-2 soundtrack. Disappointing... If I wasn't such a Yuna freak, I probably wouldn't 've got it.

The second day Dean, Mo_Pete, Frosty, and Adrian dragged me out early, so I dodged the loser rebound but it spiraled me into a day of mass misfortune.

Incidentally it all started at McDonalds. I was so ambitious about going to Tokyo. I doesn't sound so daunting at first but if you've ever traveled to a place where virtually noone speaks your language and not so much as a street sign is legible you know commuting is a tad more challenging than normal. Thanks to a couple Kitty Hawk sailors we were steered in the right direction and survived the trek from Yokosuka to Tokyo. Dean and I were literally awestuck when we got there. Mo wasn't, but then Mo's rarely awestruck by anything. We walked around Shinegawa for what seemed like forever, dined at the smallest McDonalds in existense, and basically ran out of stuff to do. All three of us were tired of walking around and since it was my idea to go the disappointment fell squarely on my shoulders... And I buckled. Despite my pleas to check out Akhibara, we headed back to Yoko'... defeated.

That was just the beginning...

Walking from the train station, Dean, Mo, and I stopped by Wendy's where we ran into J-Lo and Nico. After J-Lo hinted at some earlier shenanigans involving "J" herself (which completely fucked up my mood), we headed to Club Alliance, the on-base bar. I'm not much of a drinker but Dean was drinking, and Dean never drinks. B'sides, it was Adrian's last hurrah. He'd cracked a joke on me when we got there and it made me angrier than I already was and I wanted to loosen up... So I began to drink. I started with a hard lemonade and moved on to the house draft and shortly thereafter I had a buzz and was having a great time, even in the midst of a misplaced "J-Mar" joke, which usually bends me out of shape... At about 2100 or so, we (Adrian, Drew, J-Lo, Nico, Dean, Mo, and I) went to a club off base where we ran into Combs.

I recall about 10 minutes of that place. I blanked out shortly thereafter and woke up a couple hrs. later with J-Lo at my side filling me in on the last few hours. Apparently he noticed I'd had to much to drink. He suggested I get some food in my system to counter it. So J-Lo, Dean and I headed to the nearest Beef Bowl but I passed out on the way there.

I woke up in a hospital with J-Lo at my side filling in the blanks on how I got there. I was out of it for like 2 & 1/2 hours. I'd puked all over myself repeatedly and I could taste it. All I really remember is Adrain asking me my name repeatedly, and hearing Dean's voice. They thought I was coughing up blood (though I wasn't) and that's why they rushed me too the hospital.

Lucky for me I knew the CDO that night, LCDR Poulsin. He likes me for some reason, he got the XO to degrade my liberty status so at least I could still go out.

The whole situation almost sent me to Captain's Mast. It seems to have blown over now... I managed to squeeze a bit a sympathy out of "J" over the whole thing, but she's always good for that...

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