"The Documented Life and Death of Mike Foxtrot In It's Entirety"
Holy Hell. It's been forever. I don't even know if half of you people still use this Livejournal thing, or even know I'm alive. Which, come to think of it, is the purpose of this whole entry thing. I guess you could compare it to the birth of a Phoenix, rising spectacularly from the ashes of a broken life. You could compare it to that, but don't, because that's depressing.
I've decided to return to the world of the living, and the world of writing, all at once. Granted, it may be true that I'm doing so because I'm trying to get a job where I need to be able to type quickly and accurately and this is pretty good training, but that makes me sound shallow, so I'm going to say that I'm doing it for the love of you; the reader.
I'm back from Basic Combat Training, and I'm significantly more fucked-up than I was before I left. The overflowing ashtray next to me bears silent witness to that. There's CCR's 'Fortunate Son' on the stereo and a cigarette in my mouth and it's almost time to get some sleep. So, until next time, all of you take care, be safe and stay tuned.
~ Mike Foxtrot
I've decided to return to the world of the living, and the world of writing, all at once. Granted, it may be true that I'm doing so because I'm trying to get a job where I need to be able to type quickly and accurately and this is pretty good training, but that makes me sound shallow, so I'm going to say that I'm doing it for the love of you; the reader.
I'm back from Basic Combat Training, and I'm significantly more fucked-up than I was before I left. The overflowing ashtray next to me bears silent witness to that. There's CCR's 'Fortunate Son' on the stereo and a cigarette in my mouth and it's almost time to get some sleep. So, until next time, all of you take care, be safe and stay tuned.
~ Mike Foxtrot