Over There! Over There! Tellin Jokes, laughin Blokes, Over There!

It seems like Afghanistan is a real possibillity for next week. And again I must ask myself why do I love to go to dangerous places? I like New York alleys, Southern Central LA neighborhoods, I like IRS audits, drinks with Ex-cons, and girls who can load a gun with one hand while kicking Heroin.

I like calculated risk. I hate lotteries, or raffles, I love poker and Three card monte when i'm dealin. I like to feel alive... It's sad that being alive doesn't make me feel alive. Breathing or a pulse should invigorate with some fuel for appreciating life. But instead I have to be in danger or get my penis pierced, I think thats why famous people do so much cocaine. It makes you feel more alive and they feel like they should feel more alive than others, but they don't so they pack their sinus cavities with a stimulant. (And yes all celebrities use it, fuck you if you don't believe me, but they do you naive prick).

I am debating what to bring. I'm thinking I will go really light this time, two pair of good shorts, lots underwear, lots socks, lots Tshirts, and various ribbons for my hair. I was thinking of bringing a video camera, but i did that last time, and I never once looked at the tapes. Nor of the tapes of Japan, But I do look at pictures so I will bring my little digital. The big question is should I bring my laptop? It's almost to big to travel with. But I know it would be a real good distraction. I will have to think about it. More later.