28 July 2008

If You Haven't Been To My MySpace Page...

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09 July 2008

Random Shots 9mm Edition

got on the road a lil late on Tuesday:)... got a lil lost.... but only for 20 minutes... God bless VZ Nav on my phone, if you had lips I'd kiss them... so far there has been some drinking and a certain somebody being a certain way.... its not her fault... I blame the school system... everybody likes the Crown Vic... I love it... its really roomie... and yes RJ I am aware there isn't a center console... gonna get some fried shrimp tomorrow.... hope to catch up with my sister before I leave... got a bottle of Grey Goose on ice, anybody want some?... the beach?... not too sure bout that one mane... my lil cousin Kristina is funny... she got the hot hand too... so watch your face... SMACK!!!... tried to tell you... so far I'm doing pretty good bout seeing my peoples while I'm home:)... still got a couple more to go... but I got another 3 1/2 days left... Please Don't Shoot Me Down... that's my sh*t right now... what up to Mikey... Friday right?... what up to Ali... DC holding it down... I really don't feel like doing shout outs right now... I always forget someone... then I have to hear bout it later... I need more cowbell... Marcum and myself are gonna do an intervention for someone with a Jheri Curl... it has broken up marriages... slimy bastard... the male perm too... to all those who read this... thank you... cause without you, this would just be a computer based journal... not what it really is... a peek into my very soul... soul=brain... and I have the nerve to call somebody else semi-retarded... hahahahahaha... have you added me on MySpace?... well I mean Calvin... he runs that sh*t now... good kid... here's something for Chase... AUTISM!!!... OCD looking boy... I am currently typing this post on RJ's laptop which is connected to his 52inch TV... amazing... and kinda unnecessary... which is just perfect for me:)

Thanks 4 Your Time

02 July 2008

JOSH WILKERSON IS RUNING MY LIFE...UNCENSORED

So there is this guy who works in Jet Shop and his name is Joshua Wilkerson. I saw him one day a couple of months ago and it was weird to be working with another guy named Wilkerson.

The names Josh, Chris and Justin are the most popular names at in my shop. Its like 5 of each...but anyway.

So since I've gotten here I've been getting e-mails telling me I'm overdue for appointments, physicals and other shit. All of it is Josh Wilkerson's shit. I keep up-to-date on all my training but I'll have my Flight Chief call me out for "coming due" on stuff I took a class for the day before. I have random people coming up to me in the shop to ask me about shit that doesn't pertain to me. The other day somebody came from the other side of the flight line saying that they were yelling my name... he said he asked if anyone knew Wilkerson and they pointed at me so he starts yelling out "Josh, Josh".

MY NAME IS DAMON!

How in the hell would you confuse a 6 foot tall 175lb white guy with a 6'2'' 200lb Black guy!?

My new flights chiefs even accidentally called me Josh one day...I corrected that shit! BULLSHIT!

Like today its close to time for us to leave work and Airman Crane says to me as I walk back into the CAMS room (computer room) "hey Damon, did you forget something?" I said "fuck no!" Then she pulls out this floppy disk with the name "Wilkerson" written on it. I was fucking shocked...especially since I haven't used one of those in like 10 years!

So I look to see whats on this piece of shit! Josh Wilkerson's EPR report! This bastard leaves his shit in the computer and I catch shit for it! I've had enough of this muthafucka!

Oh! by the way..... when I get back to my dorm and check my mail, guess who's bills I have in my box..... KILL THAT MUTHAFUCKA!

01 July 2008

Scar Tissue/Its Not My Fault



That song is sent out to Sgt Reagan along with a heartfelt apology from myself...why?

I'll tell you... so a couple of weeks ago I get told by Airman Baker that I should go buy a baseball mitt soon. He says that there is gonna be a softball game at our training day picnic....I'm thinking "hell no" I don't wanna buy a glove just to use it once or twice! Besides I haven't played softball in years, haven't swung a bat in at least 6yrs. So as the weeks go by I keep getting told that my involvement in the game is not a choice...but a command. I hear it everyday for at least a 2 weeks up until the big day. So I go to work in my uniform like everybody else with the thought of going by my dorm and changing once we're released to go to the field. So mostly everybody changes at work and heads over to the field. I go to my dorm room and change and head out to the diamond. Here is where it gets interesting. I get there and my friends Danny and Shaun are there hanging out in the dugout. Everybody, else is having a little batting practice to get ready. The other team hasn't arrived yet except for a couple of their players. I notice that they are playing with one of those over sized softballs that it is impossible to hit a home run with. So I get told to step up to the plate and hit a few to warm up. So I go up and my Supervisor is back catching and Sgt. Reagan is pitching aka "talking sh*t".

So his first pitch I let go by...the second I make a little contact with... the third goes right in the dirt about 2 feet in front of me.... Sgt. Reagan says "you can't hit anyway".... the next one I smash and it goes to the shortstop... Sgt Reagan clowns me again... my Supervisor says "don't let this old muthaf*cka talk bout you like that"... so I say "this next one s coming right at you!"... he pitches it and....BLAM!!!!

I hit a line drive right at his ass! He flinches and tries to catch it..........with the hand that doesn't have the glove on it!

Long story short..... He breaks two of his fingers in three places and I don't have to play.

I end up playing basketball....its safer anyway :)