death

Jail time

El ¨Chabolo¨, that is what we called in Spain, a cell.

Let me tell, obviously not proud of it, but,
In that type of environment I could be not content,
I was there, my army experience helped a lot in those situations,
It was nasty, punks.

First time I was placed in a cell,
I went again to hell.
My job is to keep me alive, my bunk bed body was or still is,
a drug trafficker, if he is still alive, so that was his OWN cell,
he did want his respect, I did not give it to him, that is what I mean,
If i would be a pussy and let him fuck with me, then I am screwed.
Words fly.
He eventually had brain damage, I just hit the guy and grabbed his head
so I did pound it into the that object he was very fond of…..the bunk bed.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

I´m not alone

Can you believe that I can relate to some random guy in a YouTube documentary?
It seems that I do. Some people tell me to not to watch those documentaries,
but I do. Why? I have no rational explanation I can give you.

The documentary is about the 100 and first airborne division in Afganishit,
sorry, I meant to say Afghanistan.

This guy says,¨there is no job I haven´t done but I just get bored,
so I joined the army.”
Wich eventually got me thinking that what is wrong with me, did I need that
to feel like a man, or to just feel the adrenaline rush, or to kill, or…
there are a bunch of or… I´m just curious to myself.

If I really dig down in my soul
as to why I did two deployments. One deployment you are new, you want to prove yourself
and proof to the other guys around you that you have the balls to do the job, but why the second when it actually was voluntarily, they did ask pretty much the whole battalion who wanted to go, so why I choose to go? I have no idea.

I do remember those days as the best time in my life, because of the guys around me.
Obviously the tragic moments I´m not fond off.

Point being is what a fucked up head that I have to feel myself good in a environment
that is deadly. Still can´t figure it out after 9 years out of the SPANISH army.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Lost man

He lit his cigars with burning bills,
after his servants made him his breakfast,
while he watched through the window the rain falling fast,
a wealthy man indeed he became,
although his mind was not the same,
the war tore his mind,
that was the only thing he remind.

He had money but nobody that loved him,
in the end he tied a rope around his neck,
and was always remembered as a wreck.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

A great life

P.S- Tomorrow I get my computer back so read ya you later you alligator

If roses are blue
and violets aer red…
what the fuck is that you do?

Fight or flight so step on me
you won´t forgive the,
punches, knifes, shot at, I don´t agree
and that means what not a life most people don´t want to live be.

Just living in a small town living with …… great people?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.