That Old, Familiar Feeling
And on the other hand, it feels like I never left. The wind, the dirt, the Bedouin Tents, the witful and deep graffiti in the shitters, it all came back in a split second. You will all be pleased to note that my readjustment time seems to be about zero. This is mostly due to the fact that there isn't a goddamn thing for miles around to adjust TO. Ah, vast desert expanses, how i have missed thee. No camel spiders, scorpions, or lizards have come around yet, I suspect Sid the Scorpion, after I so benevolently granted him his freedom a couple years ago, went and warned all his creepy-crawly little pals about me. So fuck you, Sid. I have seven months to find you. Insurgents? IEDs? I don't give tuppence about them. No, my search is for a traitorous little insect.
To answer a few questions from when I posted my address: Sending alcohol probably isn't a good idea. It's too hard to enjoy it when you're worried about being busted for it. If you're hellbent on giving me booze, you can buy me a drink when I get back.
Now about that porn: I'm pretty sure my DVD player is regional. I bought it in the states & all that. But as I've said before; Someone, somewhere, can use just about anything you send me. I'll bet there is a Marine out there somewhere with an international DVD player, just dying for german scat porn. So go ahead and send it. I'll find him, make the DVD a generous gift, and extort the ever-loving Sammy Hagar out of him when the time suits me.
If I can get online anytime soon at Al Asad, I'll be sure and post what I've got going on. Until then, my search for Sid continues.