July 19, 2019
Pages 1 & 2
I found this journal underneath my wife’s desk, which is one hell of a coincidence, considering that just this afternoon, I was thinking about buying and starting one. I have no clue what this will be, nor do I have any goals. Maybe random thoughts, or a place to jot down notes. FUCK! It could just be a place for a grocery lists. I might write stories of my past year. Or future plans and/or goals. I know my wife is probably thinking I am full of shit when I asked, “Babe, is this yours? Are you going to use it? Can I have it?” She asked me “Why?” and then proceeded to roll her eyes, right when I told her, “To journal.” I’ve tried to drown before and failed, and even type my life story... THAT WAS DUMB. Writing my “Life Story” wasn’t even an original idea/thought. I came up with the idea after I read my good friend‘s, Nate, short story. It started:
“GAS! GAS!! GAS!!!”
And it basically was about one of my first memories as a 20-year-old Marine deployed to Kuwait in February 2003, as the Marine Corps unit I was assigned to prepare to help invade Iraq to begin a yet name to war. The 10 pages I wrote was shit. But still, those pages I wrote in 2009 is something I still wish I had in my belongings. Hell, with all the dead time I had during my deployment, I probably could have written an awesome novel. So, here’s to new beginnings, and not being complacent. HELL! That’s the goal: TWO PAGES IN HERE A DAY! ANY AND ALL THOUGHTS ALLOWED! FUCK YEAH!!!
