You know you're getting pissed when your workdays and weekends become a paradox. It used to be a time when days were counted down till Friday and that night was the new life, caution to the wind, not a care in the world; it's great to be young, now I strive to pass each day and by the time the weekend is here I get bothered by the fact that I'll have to go back to work in a few days, the daily fear of when duty will come up, meetings to attend and fix problems that I have know clue to how they evolved, how did a plan for three years become a reality of 24 and a good probability of 26, Daaaaaaaam the occupation has aged me, half my life is gone taken and adjusted to institutionalized servitude, and for everyday served, I made plans for the future; it seems like a wall is getting built, "Man can not guide his own footsteps"; that I know.

I finally have my report date, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH, Washington State here I come, a good thing is Seattle airport is so close, I can hop skip and jump on an airplane at a whim and have no fear of taking photos of what I want. When I'm given the opportunity I'm taking it, do and show how I feel, Drive at night and have no worries of a curfew. I can reestablish living for the weekend, consolidate all my necessities into one location, back in the US of A. I have to make a plan on how to sneak the heck out of here by my original dates, it sucks when things are questionable (aka) screwed by a system with no faults of your own, or was it, NOpe it was the system; the bastards.

"We all Have a star, shining clear and clean, It shows who we are, what I'll lives can mean."

Oh Mr. Felder if it was only so easy.

"I have traveled long, with so much to bear, in a world so wrong, sadness everywhere."

Mr. Felder that part is so true, thanks for the look-out, the lyrical verbage has inspired me for the past 32 years, tonight I'll look for my stars again, there are lots I just can't identify mine up there so high.
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