Sunday, January 02, 2005
went downtown to meet Des(sie) today. on the way, i had a full load of the tropical rainstorm dumped onto me, and squelched around in my wet sneakers downtown after that.
stepped into the typically bourgeois establishment that was Coffee Club, endured the bad service, perhaps made worse by our collective shitty attire which earned a " 'cuse me, are you two in the queue?" from a smartly dressed buggerette behind us.
the coffee tasted like black piss, while the whiskey in my irish coffee tasted like American beer, but we talked. perhaps this was my first meeting with Des for a year or so, and that was the reason why i wasn't compelled to do the funky stuff i used to do to him in camp, when he took the double decker beside mine and he had an entire stash of romance novels, of which the more colorful erotica were eagerly devoured by the rest of the depraved corporals in Bunk 3, Alm Plt, Alpha Coy, 35 SCE (shitworkers unite!). Since I gave him the address of this blog, i don't think i should say what exactly i (or the others) did to him on a regular basis. Sorry Dessie :)
but it still came to me as a surprise how much of us stayed the same even though we were released into the civilian world for almost a year and a half now.
No more camos and short-singlet-PT shoes, no more shitty camp food, no more bellyaching about being in the bottom of the foodchain in this kanina shithole/mangrove swamp. Perhaps the facades has changed, and much has happened, but the core in us are still preserved.
Perhaps only the inevitable hard knocks will make some perceptible impression. but anyway,
yes, i'm still the lonely loser that i am now, as i was then. and i still will be the lonely loser in the future, as i am now.
definitely, the climate and social settings are different, but the more things change, the more they stay the same init?
so thank you, poto, whoever you are, for reminding me of myself.
its nice to go back to your roots for awhile.
stepped into the typically bourgeois establishment that was Coffee Club, endured the bad service, perhaps made worse by our collective shitty attire which earned a " 'cuse me, are you two in the queue?" from a smartly dressed buggerette behind us.
the coffee tasted like black piss, while the whiskey in my irish coffee tasted like American beer, but we talked. perhaps this was my first meeting with Des for a year or so, and that was the reason why i wasn't compelled to do the funky stuff i used to do to him in camp, when he took the double decker beside mine and he had an entire stash of romance novels, of which the more colorful erotica were eagerly devoured by the rest of the depraved corporals in Bunk 3, Alm Plt, Alpha Coy, 35 SCE (shitworkers unite!). Since I gave him the address of this blog, i don't think i should say what exactly i (or the others) did to him on a regular basis. Sorry Dessie :)
but it still came to me as a surprise how much of us stayed the same even though we were released into the civilian world for almost a year and a half now.
No more camos and short-singlet-PT shoes, no more shitty camp food, no more bellyaching about being in the bottom of the foodchain in this kanina shithole/mangrove swamp. Perhaps the facades has changed, and much has happened, but the core in us are still preserved.
Perhaps only the inevitable hard knocks will make some perceptible impression. but anyway,
yes, i'm still the lonely loser that i am now, as i was then. and i still will be the lonely loser in the future, as i am now.
definitely, the climate and social settings are different, but the more things change, the more they stay the same init?
so thank you, poto, whoever you are, for reminding me of myself.
its nice to go back to your roots for awhile.
