Summary/Moral: giving tours, hosting, and dispersion
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Meeting him as a fellow incoming/new instructor while we were still both stationed at Twentynine Palms Marine Corps Air/Ground Combat Center (MCAGCC) near Death Valley in California, we ended up chilling with several other Marines who’d become instructors there, and then got into off-base adventures as often as we could. Dave had just gotten back from Iraq, just like I had, and had plenty of stories, having gone through Ramadi (“sniper town”) even more often than I had. Being instructors and having downtime together gave us the perfect chance at our first round of venting, decompressing, and transitioning back to State-side life.
Coke & Jack was what took the edge off for us in the barracks. Dave introduced me to that mix. I’d barely had anything other than a single Bud Light in a bottle before, so you can imagine how ‘lit’ this new recipe made me. Marines don’t care, though; it was all normal fun-&-games to them, so the drinking continued –sometimes even when we were already out on the desert roads.
A forest-fire insertion came next, and it kind of set the trend for all our hangouts and outings to come; we always seemed to end up hiking during and/or into wildfires, and I’ve wondered if, somehow, we were setting them. In case you hadn’t heard, one of my Marine teams became pretty sure I had special powers, was protected by the Devil, and could remote-detonate I.E.D.s with my mind –at least after I’d had too much sugar in dark sodas or similar drinks minutes or hours before. Anyway, we went hiking and hunting in a forest-fire, disregarding fire-department barricades of the highway and access roads, determined to go wherever we pleased, advisories and life-threatening infernos be damned. The ash and soot rained down all around us, and we continued deep into the wilderness, un-phased. (*The whole hunting trip became part of my MySpace blog, its article I drafted titled by him… “Yesterday” –and you can find that in my first book as one of its chapters.)
Sprung at work shortly followed; Jack & Coke had become Jack & Coke & ‘Coke’. I’m still amazed no one called any of us out on it, as I, at least, was clearly grinding or clenching my teeth most of the time, and both Dave and I passed out from the extreme heat that day, our overloaded systems unable to cope as well as we could have otherwise. I do not recommend trying to teach hundreds of other warriors technical stuff, sometimes while being filmed, out in 120+ degree heat, all day and most of the evening, while trying to recover from an alcohol-and-additional-things binge –though it sure made for one hell of a laugh and story.
Dave was the one who invited me up to Montana to see his state for the very first time. It is because of him that I had not only a place to run to when corrupt authorities really put their proverbial dick in my shit, but a beyond-beautiful and story-book one. Dave’s introductions and tour-guiding across his part of that northerly paradise saved my hide in more ways than one, and I’ll always be thankful to him for that.
Because of him, I had a decent place to land when I arrived, I had friends without having to go get my own, and there were regular, almost nightly, hangouts with food and TV shows or Halo video-game sessions. I was introduced to the hot female neighbors who lived in our building, I was invited over to learn what Game of Thrones was (through which I discovered, and later liberated and deified, Daenerys), and I was even shown remote, exclusive, high-end vacation and holiday spots tucked away up in the picturesque mountains. Dave was a great warrior, teacher, host, and friend, and he genuinely cared about the people living with and around him.
Coming to talk to me about a concern he had one day, I realized that, though honorable and brave, he had been brainwashed, he tended to misinterpret some actions (a dangerous warning-sign so similar to what I noticed about the American cops and courts), and, more than all that, he was still a member of the death-cult called Christianity. I had no choice but to say my goodbyes when the job-hunt proved futile and I ran out of money to pay for rent, and no choice but to conclude contact with him thereafter. It sucked, but that’s how it is; the people I’m looking for side with each other, not pussy, and they believe in each other, not made-up religions they are told to. I know he meant well, but there was no way I could reach him; he’d chosen his path, and I had mine.
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David never said he was some type of Fairy (the actual and non-gay kind), but it kept occurring to me, somehow, that’s what he was. I wonder if he even knew… Perhaps he was one of their infant exchanges. (And I mean this in the most respectful and impressed way; such a thing is very rare and noteworthy. Why else did I also end up meeting the Fairy-like Samm’ through him? There are no coincidences.)
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Quick Bio:
So much in the Bible was left to our imagination. What were the ancient characters really like? This section of each of our Biblor’an pages helps us more accurately picture our own.
- Given Name: David Hitt (and interesting that we ended up in a town in Iraq pronounced the same way)
- Birthplace/Hometown: ?, Montana
- DOB: ~1987
- Hair/Eyes: (was always shaved bald) / green-ish
- Height/Weight: ~5’9″ / ~185 lbs.
- Race/Nationality: Caucasian / American
- Distinguishing Features: toned/abs
- Common Attire: tactical-casual civilian clothes and hiking gear outside the military
- Voice/Personality: tenor / protective
- Education/Career: ? / military, cable
- Diet/Health: standard non-vegan American
- Preferences/Mannerisms: fishing, hiking, hunting, teaching mountain-man stuff to friends / squinting or going wild-eyed at people, sometimes to be funny, sometimes because he was ticked off
- Relatives/Descendants: in Montana
David grew up in Montana, his ancestors from Europe, possibly Germany. He was, more or less, a mountain man. Often, he was seen with a pistol, rifle, hunting knife, and compound-bow with arrows. You could always count on him to protect his home, family, and friends. He picked up girls in various bars, yet curiously stayed loyal to them during each relationship. Though he never said it or attended services, he was religious to a significant degree. Even when things ended up not working out between us (due to his philosophy regarding females and interpreting certain actions), he still showed genuine concern when I had to move out and move on.
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Jokes:
- TBA
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Quotes:
- “Valid.”
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Terms Coined:
- TBA
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Major Influence on Inisfree:
teaching and mountaineering
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Updates:
re-encountered in 2019
and at the same place in 2023; Tips Up
- “You pick the prettiest dick you can, you hurt yourself on it as little as possible, and get the fuck out as fast as possible.
… - Nagging about my hair, my facial hair, my footwear, my diet, “are you trying to live forEver??”, me not doing drugs, my shirt in hot tub, me not getting in hot tub a 2nd time and all night… And: not offering anything healthy, not asking what Iii want, not looking for the good, getting edgy and thinking my invitation to hike and shoot w him was an insult… Telling me I should be a drug dealer here…
… - Dave attracted a near clone of himself; short, druggie/junkie, bad job, bad attitude, bad sleep hygiene, ug woman, ex con
… - Dave trying to talk shit…wow smh lol. Claiming I am “not much of a tough guy”… when he knows I am a Marine, a combat vet’, an instructor, a survivor of multiple scam wives, a recover from assassination-attempt poisoning, a solo world explorer…
… - Ethan: “It’s bc I retarded out earlier today.” (using “retarded” as a verb, about ending up in the hospital)
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