Yet another casualty.
Anyway, for now at least, life is relatively easy without outfields. I have started to jot a journal during my free time. Loads of rants. So this is not a rant site anymore. I will just post random stuffs around.
“It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.” — Henry Rollins (via thresca)
The jockey caps flew, new born privates rejoiced, short-lived freedom tasted, now the real shit begins.
“Suffer In Silence Plus Extra Confinement”
“The less routine the more life.” — Amos Bronson Alcott (via simko)
POP LOH!
After 2 months of non-action, Dexter had his feed with a 4-hour football session with his platoon mates. Shitload of fun!
Now, with hands behind his head and a laptop on his aching body, he is thinking:
This is FREEDOM.