Crossing the continent for a shot at life on the storied beaches of the west coast, I wore out and lost the vehicle I fried just to get there when the only possible window/opportunity opened up. Then, I had to spend weeks evading drug runners. Thankfully, my recruiters were so focused on filling their quotas that they let me hide in their office and sleep nights under their desks. This was the year I left officer training, made it to California for the first time, and learned about the medical waiver that allowed me to join the military and get the surgery I needed –for free.
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One of the finest universities and officer schools in the country and even the world was full of absolute backwater retards, many of them dangerously abusive and meddlesome. They had removed all the good cadet leadership right before my arrival. I tried so hard to prove my honor to them, and to push through the emotional torture my fake family kept heaping upon me while I tried to study for my incredibly demanding aerospace engineering degree, but my system simply needed more –more than the malnourishment I was getting, nutritionally and socially. Now I am working for minimum wage, renting a room in a condemned shanty, and getting harassed about eating a few small cookies after starving because I can’t afford my groceries and other bills. I sleep on a cigarette-stained old carpet. I have no laundry machine here. Sometimes I go to work filthy and already soaking wet, stinking to high heaven. I also have a hernia that is getting worse, its loop of my intestines pushing out through my abdominal wall, and it gurgles every time I lie down to try and sleep. No help is offered, and none is coming. How will I survive?
I look at the only hot girl at work; Graciella. She is absolutely perfect, flawless physically, a hot shorty if ever there was one, and I know she and I will never get to enjoy each other. How could I? I am broke and broken; penniless and a genetic mess. Her family and suitors would no-doubt terrorize me just as all Texans have each time I try to share healing love with anyone. This is horribly frustrating, disappointing, and disarming.
There is another flawless hottie at the college I am now trying to get my grades back up in. She wears a stylish sort of golfer’s cap for female models, and has the body of the actress sluts from Wild Things 2. She comes to class with her rich black boyfriend. Years from now, I’ll learn about the Gorean wisdom, and hope to acquire and age-regress her so that this will not be her final time in my life.
My only outlet is roleplaying in an MSN Chat community based on the Aliens movie saga; Marines in Space; ‘Colonial Marines’. I’m an emotional wreck, given that I was doing the real thing, and now can only type with strangers about fantasies. One of the other roleplayers is a former Recon Marine, allegedly, and one claims to be none other than the real Michelle Rodriguez. We fight and they push for shit, and I talk about suicide, but overall it is a decent escape. One of the other roleplayers is a psycho control freak who keeps trying to take over our writing community website and trash it all. How lame. Keeping an eye on her is a chore and a headache.
I just tried to enlist instead of getting back into the officer training, and the recruiters, like all Texans, tell me there is no way I can achieve my goals. With my hernia, they won’t even try. Now what? A friend of mine from work is considering driving out to the west coast to live with a girl he met online. It’s a long shot, but it’s my only shot. I have to try.
My car is fried; I didn’t have enough money for oil, and barely enough for gas. I had to give it up to a recruiter once I made it to Sacramento. It’s a miracle it didn’t fall apart. And, of course, the recruiter who said he’d buy it didn’t even pay half what he promised in writing. I should have seen this as the clear sign it was; they will always betray and reverse themselves like that. There is no brotherhood. None at all.
The recruiters said they would keep my stuff in storage since I had no friends or family out here where I was able to enlist from. When I got back from training, they had stolen it all. I have no way to track it down or prove they had any of it. I lost everything including my only computer. I will remember that, and start stealing everything from everyone of their kind. They shouldn’t have fucked with me. I will cost them millions. Payback is a bitch.
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