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September 29, 2005
Gramps
Everyone takes great joy in the fact that I'm old. My instructors refused to call me by my name, it was always "old man" or "Gramps" or "Grandpa" or whatever was the clever witicism of that day, those bastards.
I'm going to for school, but first I'm going to take some vacation and go see my family. While I'm there I'll pick up a car that my Grandfather left for me and I'll bring it back to Florida. Spitler asked me what kind of car it was, I told him, "I don't know. It's a grandfather car." Spitler said, "That suits you."
I was going to Japan but it didn't happen because I'm such a troublemaker. I'm such a bad seed that I went to a Superbowl party 11 years ago and got a ticket for contributing to the delinquency of a minor which disqualifies me. Son of a...
The worst thing was that I had to call my Dad and tell him that I wasn't going anymore and I felt like I let him down. He was there when he started out in this job and I was born there and I was pretty damn happy about going back. Those bastards. He told me that the sky wasn't falling and I guess I felt better about it afterwards, but still its a big setback for me and I'm not that excited about my new plans.
Well, things happen for a reason (I keep telling myself) and people seem to think that is a damn good place to be, so I hope that it will be okay. It does have its good points. Japan would have been sweet though.
Posted by K