it was around 9 in the morning and i was driving to the westside to pick up my check. deep on the westside. i was on the freeway. i was listening to the russ parr morning show and they were talking about a plane in cleveland.
so i then switched over to the howard stern show.
i remember getting to my jobs office, and they acted like they didnt know what happened. (i had 2 jobs)
so when i got to my first job at a sports bar, it was on tv.
i shed a tear for all my friends that were in the military. i knew they would have to go to war.
then i cried for myself because i almost went back in the military to join the army from air force and i almost did. i only didnt because i felt that i could do better for my life since ive been on the outside for a year.
if i joined the army, i would have went to war.
my girlfriend at the time called me and told me not to go to work that day.
it was a sad day. and i had to work. 2 jobs. life had to go on.
then i seen a raw ass documentary on cbs and that was it for me. i knew i made the right choice. i didnt need to run back to the service. my 6 years in the air force set me up sweet.
i can say more, but im cool.