Yo no soy Marinero

***ARCHIVED FROM MYSPACE: 7/21/08***

Well I haven't written one of these booger things in a long time, but now seems like a better time than any. So I'm just getting home from Carlos's house right now. Earlier today, I had work (which I was three hours late for, by the way), and then around 4 I got to Carlos's pad...he was there of course, and Rick, Jabra, Daisy, Juan, Eddie Velasquez, etc. were there, and Carlos's and Jabra's funny ass bros...crazy pomps. Watched the Bo Sox kick some Cardinal ass...and grubbed more than I can remember. Over the span of six hours I had two big bowls of pozole, a bowl of rice and beans, another bowl of rice and enchiladas, a tamale, and jeeeeeze was I f'ing stuffed. Had a burrr, and then a piece of pumpkin pie. That was some freakin delicious ass food.

Anywhooters, Steph and Katie Campbell came by laters on, and yea, well I finally decided to leave around 10. Freakin crazy, I didn't think I would feel the way I did when I was saying peace out to Carlos. He'll be cool...most of my family has been in the military at one point in their lives and they all came out awesome...so he'll be coo...plus right now its boot camp...so we'll see him in 13 weeks. It's just damn, three months...thats a pretty long ass time not to see a brother of yours. At least he's like a brother...like that fools dope. So yea, I'm proud of that pinche mayate negro nukka, doing what he knows he was meant to do....be a lean, mean killing Marine.  (GO ARMY!)  Good luck my brotha, see you soon. Peace the fuck.