Today, my eldest son, Trevor, leaves home to begin his long journey in the service of the Army. I'm not quite sure he realizes what is in store for him, but he'll discover that soon enough.
To say I'm going to miss my boy...well...just don't say it.
Trevor, while I may not understand your decision, I certainly support what you wish to do. I am very, very proud of you.
Listen, do what you're told, keep your head and your ass down. I look forward to buying a serviceman a beer in the future.
I used to look forward to so many holidays. Now...I could not care less. So many things, little things, that just remind how alone I feel.
What I need....what I really, really need...is a trip to Vegas. It would not take much to convince me to make it a one way ticket. I want to leave here so badly. Hell...I've been pushed away and pretty much discarded by those who meant the most to me (not all, mind you)..why not? I won't be missed by them.
I feel like shit anyway and need to start all over, so why do it here? If I'm going to begin a new life, I might as well do it somewhere I like.
I just wish the ringing and spinning would stop.
How many times am I going to have my nose rubbed in it...and how many times am I going to keep going back for more?
Hi...my name is doormat...just walk on in.