The Jasmine of my Mind
Current mood: chipper
The verdant hills of the Mid West gave way to the stark beauty of Texas and New Mexico today. Well, yesterday really, but who is picking nits? Anyway, I was caught up in a terrific thrunderstorm in Oklahoma en route to Texas. Have I ever mentioned my slightr "discomfort" around lightening? Yes, as a young and stupid runner, I got caught in one too many electrical storms trying to get that one magical extra mile. So, while I enjoy a good storm from the inside of a nice secure building, I am not so happy being in one while driving through torndao alley. Such is life. Needless to say, I drove more than the recommended speed limit during that stint.
Nothing could have surprised me more than seeing wind turbines in Texas! I thought that they were outlawed in that state as some kinda communist plot led by the godless democrats? Maybe there is hope for humanity? Nah. Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Anyway, I drove through endless miles of emptines. If you ever wonder where people aren't, it is between Amerillo and Albequergue. There is barely anyone living there. Very different from the sardine packet East Coast.
So, I rolled through most of New Mexico and the Winds of fate drove me on into Albequerque. I should have stopped in Moriarity, but such is fate. I had dinner with a great friend! What is life without friends...just an empty wandering throughout this existence. Dreary is the man, who spurns his comrade. Anyway, I enjoyed my stay immensely!
My next leg will be shorter. I have been pushing myself and I want to take some time to recoup. I will depart late today in an attempt to run, lift, and do laundry will have priority. Hee hee....
Oh, I guess I owe more on the prostitute and the gun. Well, it was a drak and stormy night -no really. It was. It was around 11 Sept 2002 and we were in Guinea, Africa (no, not New Guinea). The detachment had been training Guinean soldiers to defend their country from the RUF that were coming over from Liberia and killing people in Guinea. Now, despite our popularity, there were still people who hated us. In fact, you can't swing a dead cat in that country without hitting a mosque. Anyway, we had received plenty of death threats, which in themselves was no big deal. However, we did receive a pretty disturbing call that day that put us on alert. So, we were standing guard for about 3 hours, armed to the teeth. The decision was made to stand down for the night with only minimum guard.
Well, more later....I have to go lift!
My friends! May the road rise up to met you, and your contact with stupidity be limited.
