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Sunday, January 20th, 2008
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6:58p
Last night ended with Lindscore driving me home from her sister's in the tundra while we talked. Yeah I'm emo because I told her to slow down, not because she was speeding but because I didn't really want it to end just yet. So she passed my house up and we kept driving.
It was one of those rare moments I have where I'm not thinking about what I'm going to do next.
It's always in the back of my head that the moment I die I'll probably not even realize it because I'll be busy thinking about what there is to do next. Always thinking maybe if I do this or that, I'll be happier than I am currently. Last night though I was just happy and enjoying the moment.
No new books read this week. However I went to the bookstore last night and bought a few new ones to read. Those would be Papa Hemingway, A Personal Memoir by A.E. Hotchner, An Inconvenient Book by Glenn Beck, Killed Cartoons by David Wallis, and lastly Religion Gone Bad by Mel White.
I usually wake up at 4:50 every morning for work. The other morning I got woke up at 4 a.m. by the phone. I was pretty pissed until I heard the voice on the other line. After a year in Iraq, Dennis is finally back in the states. He had just got to his base in Texas and was getting shitfaced. Over a year without even hearing his voice, just letters and emails. We talked up until I had to go to work. By the end of it we were both getting choked up. He's going to be at the house on Feb. 2nd. I'm getting a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label and we'll do what we've done for over a decade. Sit on the porch, get fucked up, and talk.
I'm beyond happy for Dennis because he'll be coming home finally getting what he'd been wanting all his life, pride. Almost everyone in his life wrote him off because of the heroin addiction and run ins with the law. Now it seems like all that has been erased. Even his sister is showing him adoration. I hate to think that he went through all of that just for people to be proud of him, but I know Dennis. I'm just glad it actually worked out. He deserved pride even before joining the airborne infantry.
I have a feeling a lot of things people do in life are done in hopes it will make someone proud of them.
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