i would be a felon. except my record has been expunged. erased. silenced. closed. what burglary?
residential burglary. i wasn’t thinking right. to say the least. the next day i gave back what i had taken. all i wanted was attention. just exactly whose attention i don’t know. but attention i got. they. the 2 i officially robbed. said i wasn’t sorry enough and pressed charges. and it was an election year so the district attorney chose to make an example out of me. and off to the big house i went. i broke my mothers heart that day.
hoo. dee. haa.
and while jail. and prison. were interesting. entertaining even.
i really loved boot camp.
sounds weird. ive said it a number of times in my head. and to others. but reading it is different. of course i say that now. years later. but at the time i don’t remember being upset. or at least as a good many of my fellow boot campers. to me it was fun.
yes. i said fun. and when it was time for me to leave. graduation day. i remember not wanting to leave. and yet the 200 or so of us were behind a fence. under 24 hour surveillance. and guard. armed and otherwise. even a few dogs. and of course ex military drill sergeants in their uniforms of black. their tassled wide brimmed hats of black. with matching boots. and sunglasses. every single officer had a pair. either on their face. or clipped somewhere on their person. their shiny surfaces reflecting the hot southern illinois sun.
i arrived in early april. spent an unsung. and uncelebrated 20th birthday in boot camp. there wasn’t time. and yet time was all any of us had. and there was so much to remember. the right way to walk. run. exercise. eat. speak. and everything required permission. when you passed them. ‘mam. by your leave mam.’ and going to the bathroom. ‘sir. permission to speak sir. permission to make a number 1 head call sir.’ a life of regiment regimen. sleeping. eating. shitting. pissing. physical training. pting for short. working. rinse. and repeat. for 4 months. 122 days.
speaking of rinsing. showering was fun. not. 10 men in the shower at a time. 5 on each side. at least the showers were hot. and we had soap. and usually at least 2 guards eyeing you. up and down. i mean watching for the duration of your 2 minute shower. and the towel wrapped walk back to the room.
and 1 night while he slept. i sucked. And licked the fingers of my bunkmate. carmello. and dreamed of the sleeping boys. i came out to him too before i left. he didn’t blink. either time.
and there are people i met. and experiences had. i thought id never forget. and it seems i havent. yet. there are another 5 pages of notes. after this. but that fodder is for another feeding.
after all. i want to keep you coming back for more. and more.
You are so brutually honest. I love it.
you should have been casted to star in Prison Break with Wentworth Miller. I bet I'd still be watching!
i enjoyed. your post. but your misuse. of punctuation is. really annoying.
I'd like to come back for more, but it would be so much easier if the formatting wasn't incredibly frustrating. Good luck!
LOVE youir honesty. And please don't change your punctuation. at all. : )
It breaks your words up in an unusual and beautiful way. Bravo!
requires too much. energy expenditure. to read. that clever and artistic. use of punctuation.distracts. from the story you're trying to tell.