Thursday, August 16, 2007

As I get prepare to call it a day...

Well, suffice it to say that it’s been so long since I wrote here that I had to go through Blogger to get m login and password.

Ahem.

Well, the round brown is still firmly ensconced upon my grape, albeit for a limited time only. I come off the trail on August 31st.

It’s been a hell of a ride, no doubt. I would not be where I am today without the exposure I’ve received from the following people (names have been changed to protect the guilty), in no particular order:

- The Rooster: you strutting prick, you cock of the walk, you who felt it necessary to bring me up by cutting me down. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather meet drunk in a dark alley than you. I love running into you every now and again, and see how completely inadequate you are by not being in your former duty position. Hope you realize how you capped out in that gig, and NOBODY will give a shit about anything you say from now on.

- Big Sarge: You gum-smacking loser, you hide behind your bluff and bluster and use your size to intimidate – but it doesn’t work on everyone, especially people like me who are not afraid to take a hit. I hope someone takes you up on your offers someday, and schools your dumb ass for all to see. I pray it’s a young private who embarrasses you in front of all your sycophants. **UPDATE** Uh, oh, champ, I spoke too soon. You look good in that patrol cap.

- Pig Pen: Take a shower and brush your teeth. The combination of coffee, Copenhagen, and ass do not make a good combination, especially when you’re screaming in a Joe’s face. Wow. I cannot believe you found a woman to cohabitate with you.

- Mumbles the Clown: I was only exposed to your act for a limited time, but it removed any doubts why you have such a long tenure at your present grade. If you put the same amount of effort forward in your MOS that you did as a drill sergeant, you may as well get used to those chevrons you’re wearing. I cannot believe they let you have a third year!

- Bottom Kick: Wow. Somebody effed up big time giving you a job you were not cut out for. It doesn’t take much to do your job… stay knee-deep in asses all day, and the problems take care of themselves. You just are out of your depth… so I can’t hate you – I just pity you.

Got plenty more where that came from, but as I get deeper and deeper into BWI (blogging while intoxicated), I run the risk of really getting myself into trouble.

I will look back on this period in my life as one of the hardest – but one of the most rewarding. I wouldn’t trade it for the word. Now -- here’s hoping I can get back to broadcasting eventually.

Hats off in 14 days… wish me luck.