puppies and fairies

Me and my emotions are trying to make a long distance relationship work...but you know how that goes. I might notice some good vibe that would have sent a warm and fuzzy to my joy bubble but I don't hear about it till my emotions get back from lunch. Then its too late. Like, my emotions might have a baby or a cow or something and I won't know until its all grown up and feeding itself and everything. I mean, who wants to hear about some kid who can feed itself.

Or maybe my emotions are all relegated to a pressurized safe-deposit box, and you know the worm at the bottom of a bottle of mescal or taquila, if you will...well, that worm can be like a key to this box, except when you open it its kind of like one of those snakes in a can of peanuts that scares the shit out of you then makes you laugh at yourself cause you're such a dumb-ass for falling for the oldest trick in the book...the only thing is that its like the kind of trick that you play on yourself and pretend like you don't remember that that damn snake is in there, you just drank a few beers and wanted some deliciously salty peanuts.

But, you know, its ok to be nuts in the Army. The only crazy guys are the normal ones anyway. We can all feed ourselves and nobody really wants to hear about it. Take last night, for instance. Me and my roomate, PFC Pierce, stayed up till 5 a.m. drinking wine and talking about his imaginary friends Faith and the nameless one who he actually talks to and about how fairies are real and mostly present with animals, especially dogs. We are both fierce dog-lovers and agreed that if we witness some shit-bag grunt shooting stray dogs down-range we will cut his feet off and feed them to any orphaned puppies.

Pierce is half Irish half Japanese, so I call him "Cracker Jap" but only I can call him that because we can talk about religion together and I actually listen to his stories about written destiny and fairies and because I came up with the name in the first place. You can seriously watch a bottle of Crown Royal empty itself in front of him and never see him lift a finger, but all of a sudden he'll be levetating in front of the tv surrendering his soul to the vaccumous void of Halo or World of Warcraft. He's a quiet beast with a mysteriously troubled soul. But I trust him and we get along.