So in my new chapter, I got out of the service and got married to my sweet heart and started a new strange life that did twists and turns that I didn't expect at all. My middle brother always tells me that to "Expect the unexpected and don't be disappointed". Well at this point, I must have just took my life and everybody else's for granted because I thought people would agree with me on almost anything, but that's not what happened for me and so the proverbial shit hit the fan. So I got married and that was even strange. For one hardly anybody in my family didn't go to the wedding, just my mom and my middle brother which was my best man and my mom paid for half the shit. My dad couldn't cause he was supposedly ailing and none of my family would come cause... pretty much they don't have nothing to do with me, so fuck em'. I got married and had a party that wasn't much of a big deal and then we didn't have no place to do our honeymoon and we had to find a hotel to consummate the marriage and all of that and then we had to take a drive back to California cause I had to go back to work, cause I had gotten a job at a aircraft company building jets (the F-18) and they shut down to do re-tooling of the plant and gave us a week off and that's when I decided to get married and get back in time to go back to work. We had to live at my parents house when we got back to Cali and that was terrible because my dad had to be the way he was and totally disrespectful to my new bride. Sometimes he was just a dick... So with some urgency I had to get a place to live, cause my wife was uncomfortable being around my family while I wasn't there. I found a place near my parents, actually in the same town I had lived in while in early child years before my dad had gotten in trouble with the cops and being a child abuser. It was great, the house had a pool and we lived next to a drive-in theater and the owner of the house had a deal with the drive-in owner and had a speaker put in the back yard in a little viewing room so you could watch the movies right there in the back yard. It was cool, it was a small 2 bedroom house and quint until people thought they could just come in the house and steal my stuff that I had accumulated while on my own. Isn't it weird that you spend your life getting things that you want so some asshole can come and take it away from you. That's why I don't own anything new anymore cause whats the use. Them fuckin' degenerates out in the world who can't do anything productive on their own so they find it easier to just take from people. What goes around, comes around... I don't know if these people have gotten their just due yet but I'm sure they will some day. So while during them first days of marriage I was hoping that everything would be like having a nice dream of being in heaven and everything would be good. I always thought that being married would a great source of getting pussy without the whole hassle of getting the pussy, but I thought wrong...Boy did I. I also found out that women don't necessarily obey the wedding vows either, but you being the male had better obey!... I don't know but I'm not an asshole, I'm just a nice guy and that's the way I was made and if you don't like and can't stand it, then I don't know what to tell you except that it is your problem not mine. Although being a nice guy in itself is somewhat a problem because people like to use it against you in order to make themselves feel bigger or something because they feel that they have to be above others, you know like a pedestal or something. So while my wife is at home, I'm at a job, working my ass off making 13 bucks an hour, which is pretty much what got her attention when I mentioned it one day before we were married and I was living with my little brother and his wife until I got a place of my own but I was a horny little devil and wasn't getting any and at the time my sweetie was a thousand miles away and wanted me to marry her and all I could think about was the endless supply of pussy that I was going to be getting. So now I was starting to think that the reason that women give up the pussy, is so that when they snag some poor horny soul and get that ball and chain around them, the pussy stops and then the whole damn thing is in their control, so then it's back to wank-it again. Only now I gotta go to a porn store booth area or the bathroom or something in order to get some relief. But women don't care cause even though they want the dick just as much I want the pussy, they take more pride in putting us men through the hell that they put us through. Jeez! does God have this much problem?. And also another thing, I thought a man's woman stood by her man that had married her and took her into his life and all she can think about is what she can get out of me. What the fuck is with you people. Can't do a damn thing for yourself that you have to use your ass to get what you want. Well I hope that your proud of yourselves. So anyways! once in a while I like to get high instead of drunk, well the wife doesn't like weed, even though she use to do it but got some kinda revelation when she got pregnant with baby number one. And then she has to know every move that I make and didn't she know I was my own man like every other man. Oh no they don't get that, cause they think that they have to be in control of their men's lives or they don't give up the pussy and then your screwed and not in the literal since. And then I found out what fighting was all about thanks to my sweetie, who really likes to fight and argue and be right and this and that and this and that, blah, blah, blah, blah... I'm busting my ass and for what, cause it isn't good enough cause she all of a sudden cause I'm making somewhat good an income and all she wants to do is spend it but when the paycheck is gone she has to get pissed like a junkie without their fix. Then there's the withdrawal until the next payday. The kicker about the whole thing is that, she wasn't no major hottie, or cutie and weighed in at about 250 pounds (but she was tall) but still please I wasn't even weighing in at 180lbs. Sometimes I felt like the busy body couple from Bewitched. She was Gladys Cravates and I was Abners and all she could do was drive me crazy, all because I took her away from her friends from her home out in the middle of the country. She didn't tell me that she didn't want to move, cause we would have never married if I had known that. Cause I didn't want to live in the middle of nowhere usa. So it was a slow miserable death to my marriage needless to say. One time my wife's grandmother died and she wanted to go home for the funeral and she's only supposed to be gone for a week. But a week turned into 6 months cause basically didn't want to leave home because I wasn't interesting enough for her and all she really wanted out of life was a good time and lots of laughs at someone else's expense and basically live her life at someone else's expenses. What an existance... So in the mean time before she leaves she sets up a sort of maid for me to cook for me, which I didn't need and told her that but she had to insist. So a week goes by and I come home to a dark house to find that most of my stuff had been stolen and then it turned out that it was the person that my wife had set up for the cook was a major drug addict and her and her ol' man were convicts in and out of jail for various theft charges to feed their drug habits and not their kids. I hope they get their's... But it don't matter cause to me, its only just a thing...
Then to make matters worse for me, the wife decides to stay back home, as she was gonna stay around for her one of her niece's birthday's. Which was supposed to be in 2 weeks. So when all of that moved around she drops a bomb on me that was enough to give me a heart attack but it didn't unfortunately. She decides that she doesn't want to come back to me at all, which just killed be. So I start looking into divorce cause she ain't coming back and I'm living in this house all by myself and all I want to do is get out of the house and out of the damn god forsaken town I was living in. So months go by and she is leaving me hanging and then all of a sudden she wants to come back because nobody wants her back there cause she's being a pain in the ass with her family too. So like a dummy I take cause I feel sorry for her and all of that shit. So she comes back and she's trying to get the people that ripped me off in trouble with the local cops, but nothing really happens, so I make a decision to move out of the God forsaken town for good and I never want to go back....ever. It's a cursed town!. So I try to buy a house and just as I'm gonna move in, I get laid off of my good payin' job and can't find another one in all of southern Cali. So we move to Omaha in hopes of finding a job there, but the pickin's are slim. Then my wife ends up getting pregnant with my first baby from my loins(Sara). So couldn't of came at a perfect time, cause I don't have a job and no way to take of my wife with medical and shit. In the mean time I'm receiving letters from Ronald Reagan to come back in the service cause they looking for people for certain jobs that are critical of personnel. So I decide to go back in the service so I can have this baby. What a terrible year, I get out the the base that I'm assigned too and her mom dies and she doesn't want to be alone for it. So I go on an emergency leave and end up staying there for about a month cause the baby is about to come and they let me stay until then. Course they were waiting for my security clearance to come through anyways. I get in and everybody out at the first base and my grandmother dies at my house on christmas day ('84). And from then on it all just starts to go down hill. I was stuck at the present base for 2 years in which my wife just didn't know how to act while around military people and thought people should be nonchalant about things and so I would get into trouble for the things that she was doing. Like she would get into screaming fights with the neighbors cause she just thought that she could say anything that she wanted, probably cause she thought that she could use freedom of speech to the max. And the cops would be called and shit. So on and on.
Then I get orders to go to Korea for a year, so I got to leave my family back in the states and the wife wants to go to Omaha so she can be around her family while I'm gone. So while I'm gone, the wife decides to go crazy on me and starts spending all kinds of money and putting us in major debt and she doesn't even care, it's like she don't know what to do with herself. Then on top of that the wife's sister is doing all kinds of drugs around the kids and then bringing the cops in to search the and Sara from what I heard she's showing the cops where everything is at and all I can think about is that the kids are going to be taken away cause the wife sister can't control herself. I guess drugs will do that to you...
Monday, July 20, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Unknown Airman chapter 3
So a new chapter in my life starts when I go into the Air Force. I had a girlfriend that I didn't want to leave behind cause I thought she was the girl of my dreams. Brenda, man... Anyways, I went into the Air Farce when I had to get out of the house and away from the torture abuse from my parents. Who didn't want to understand what was going on with me at the time, I was to just to take a backseat to everything going on around me and do what I was told, according to everybody else. Well guess what, I grew a mind of my own and got out of the heat of the kitchen and into the strange cold cruel world. First, getting into the Air Farce was a major pain in my ass. Getting past the recruiter was the easy part, getting past the availability of the job I was going for and waiting for a slot to open up just to get into basic training, well that in it self took waiting six months, which I had to hang around the house and look for work in the mean time while my dad hounded me the whole time, but with patience I finally got in. I even had to run up & down stairs at the AFEES station in order to make weight in order to get in, what a pain in the ass... So in may of 76, I finally got in and was on my way to independence. I figured I could get out of my house that nobody wanted me in, and learn something and get paid for it at the same time and all it would take is a few years of my time and I wasn't planning on dying anytime soon. So I did 6 weeks of basic training in San Antonio, Texas and got through only with a minimum of trouble and graduated on time with the rest of my class but still had to wait another week at the base before I could get any orders to my school. Because I was getting my dream job and that was an aircraft electrical systems specialist. So after a week in casual as they called it I got to get outta there and go to my next base somewhere near Champagne, Illinois, or better in the town of Rantoul. A quaint little country town. I spent about 5 months there learning how to work on jets and played in the base's Drum & Bugle Team as a special detail while there, which was great, I didn't have to do all of the details that most other people had to do like dorm guard or K.P.. No all I had to do was play a baritone bugle and march in parades. It was 5 months of fun and good times. The schooling was a little rough but I managed to get through it and graduate, THANK GOD!!. From there I got orders to Omaha, Nebraska, which at the time, my geography was terrible and thought I was going overseas or something. But not after I found it on a map and I was damn, it's out in the middle of nowhere and it was no where near California which is where I wanted to be, near my girlfriend, but the air farce wasn't gonna let that happen, so all of the time I spent apart from her drove us apart and there was nothing I could do about it. So I spent almost 5 years there until I got orders to go over to Japan on the island of Okinawa. But before I went there, about six months before I got orders I met my future wife "Nancy" which at that time had already had a baby (Megan Marie)from some other idiot that she had met before me and had gotten her pregnant and dumped her like so many other dead beat daddy's had done in the world. Check this out, some dork by the name of "Bandit", which at the time CB's were a craze and everybody had one in their cars and everybody had a nickname. Mine was "Top Button", little brother's was "Bottom Button" middle brother's was of course had to be different was "Panama Red" and then there was mom and dad's which was "Hush Puppy" &"Chili Dog". Oh the fun times. more to come...
continuing on, I went overseas to Japan and was there for 18 months which was a pretty good time some of the time. The typhoons in the summer time were great cause when they came to town it was a three party, of course everybody had to be in for the storm, but did I party my ass off. I bought my first real guitar there from some guy. A 79, or 80 Fender Stratocaster, black with a bullet neck like Ritchie Blackmore's for $720 bucks. I had to make payments the whole time I was there and it was worth it. My main transportation there was roller skates cause I couldn't afford a bike at the time or get a car. But I did hitch a ride from time to time especially when I needed to go off base for something. While I went to the Philippines, Korea, for assorted reasons. The Philippines was fun and boy did I get laid, well not that much cause I couldn't get away from the "clap" or std's. But I never got laid in Japan cause I was going with by girlfriend at the time "Nancy" and we had been writing. So after Japan I got out and they wanted me to re-up but they didn't want to send me to California so I said screw it cause I was planning on getting married to Nancy and the air farce was trying to screw that up for me too. Which I should just stayed in and over in Japan cause I was having a good time. But that was the thing for to do at the time and I got out and got married, or married with children...
continuing on, I went overseas to Japan and was there for 18 months which was a pretty good time some of the time. The typhoons in the summer time were great cause when they came to town it was a three party, of course everybody had to be in for the storm, but did I party my ass off. I bought my first real guitar there from some guy. A 79, or 80 Fender Stratocaster, black with a bullet neck like Ritchie Blackmore's for $720 bucks. I had to make payments the whole time I was there and it was worth it. My main transportation there was roller skates cause I couldn't afford a bike at the time or get a car. But I did hitch a ride from time to time especially when I needed to go off base for something. While I went to the Philippines, Korea, for assorted reasons. The Philippines was fun and boy did I get laid, well not that much cause I couldn't get away from the "clap" or std's. But I never got laid in Japan cause I was going with by girlfriend at the time "Nancy" and we had been writing. So after Japan I got out and they wanted me to re-up but they didn't want to send me to California so I said screw it cause I was planning on getting married to Nancy and the air farce was trying to screw that up for me too. Which I should just stayed in and over in Japan cause I was having a good time. But that was the thing for to do at the time and I got out and got married, or married with children...
Monday, July 13, 2009
Unknown Airman chapter 2
chapter 2:
Living like I was on the "Leave It Beaver show" or something, but it more reminded me of that show "The Wonder Years" somewhat, or how 'bout "The Brady Bunch", OK It was a little of all three. My dad was a laborer at a steel company until he retired after some 20 yrs and three heart attacks because of his abuse of cigarettes and alcohol and my mom was pretty much a housewife/mommy until I went into high school when she decided to go to school to be a teacher in a nursery school. I am the oldest of three brothers in which between the three of us its night and day and then there's afternoon, which that's where I'd put my middle brother(Ron), but between my little brother(Gary) and I, well you take a guess...! I only had to live in 2 different house's, in 2 different neighborhood's, in 2 different towns about 10, 15 miles away from each other. Basically we had to move cause my dad got found out that he was child abuser, a local DA found out and had to put my dad in jail. So we had to get out of the neighborhood of busy bodies. But isn't that what people did back in the day!. I vaguely remember them days of the old neighborhood cause I was 8 when we had to move. But I do remember the day that my dad lost his mind over my middle brother losing his car keys when we were going to go on a vacation and my dad absolutely lost his mind and started to beat the hell out of my brother which was on the verge of beating him senseless. That day is permanently embedded into my memory banks in the back storage of my mind. Thank god he doesn't really remember that day cause he was basically too young and he had an accident when he was about 11 which put him in a coma for about 2 & half weeks. My little brother was in an accident when he had fell out of my dads truck due to him heavily accelerating and everybody in the back of the truck being flown around like we on some sort of ride out in the desert or something, which my little bro. went flying out the truck and on his noggin which put him in a coma for about a week and a half. When he came out of the hospital he was just an asshole toward everybody. My middle bro. got hit by a truck when he was riding his bike on the wrong side of the road and just turned in front of the damn truck, it was the darnedest thing... How I know, cause I was there for both accidents, the kicker was that people tried to blame me for them. That's par for my life, if you ain't got nobody to blame it on, blame it on me... Anyways, when he got out of the hospital he was totally confused and didn't really know where he was at or who he was, he was pretty messed up in the head and never really came back to us really right. But enough about them, cause this is about me dammit.
I grew up pretty much in the normal way of things, went through the normal crap that pretty much everybody went through, you know school, kiddie jobs (mowed lawns, babysat, odd jobs, I even was paperboy with a paper route) and that until I graduated high school and went into the service. I stayed pretty busy in school activities such as band, band and more band(marching, pep, concert, jazz). Did the learning of music in the elementary and Jr.high schools doing concerts and stuff, actually learning the music faster than the average students that were going through the class's at the same time as me but didn't really get any recognition for any of that cause nobody seen me in that way as being anybody special at what I was doing, even though I was being more advanced than the others. At one point I was playing with the Jr.high band while still in elementary school (6th. grade). A teacher once told my mom that I was a natural musician, but just said it in a hurry cause I wasn't that important enough to talk to my mom about it, but thought it was more important to schmooze with somebody more.... well who knows. So I played the trombone from 3rd grade until graduation day, never picked it up since, didn't need too. By my 16th. birthday I had gotten a guitar as a present and I started learning that and I've been on it since.
Did some dating while in school cause I was able to get a driver's license and get a car. A 62. Ford Falcon Futura that my dad had bought for 15 bucks. It had a blown engine and a really bad interior and the exterior was just worn out from never being washed, waxed, or painted. The ol'man put a new engine in it and had the interior fixed up and it was good to go to do point A to B, (school and work and stuff and oh yea dating). Didn't do alot of dating cause I wasn't really a popular person amongst the the more sociable girls of my age or younger. Actually I wasn't a real popular person period, never got invited to parties or other gatherings unless it was church related. Pretty much stayed a loner while in the high school. But I wasn't no fag, nerd, dork, or anything, at least I don't think I was, but I don't know cause I don't know what people then were thinking about me and didn't much care. And the world wonders where the deviants come from. So I dated a few girls while in school, none that were pretty hot but in my opinion they weren't total dogs either. More like the girls next door, not real hot but not plain jane's either. Dating was a strange thing for me cause I really didn't know what to do, cause being raised in a family that was raised in where people didn't talk to each other and had to go to church all of my life to learn about God and Jesus Christ and all of the sins the we the people do & should not do and ten commandments and all of the crap kinda left me in the wind as far as knowing about dating, girls, and sex. Cause I was so scared of doing something wrong that the girls must of thought of me as some kind of weirdo or something. After graduation, I went on a vacation for a summer and hung out with my cool grandmother and away from the parents and the rest of the bunch and got fat and had a cool time, until summer was over. Then I had to get serious about my life, cause playtime was over for me. I tried to find a job that was worth a shit, but kept getting fired from them. Then tensions between me and my dad were getting inflamed more and more everyday until he thought I might wanna get one of his infamous beatings and get my head shoved through a wall, cause I wasn't being cooperative with the rest of his world, so I join the Air Force and got outta of the house and outta of his hair. more to come...
Living like I was on the "Leave It Beaver show" or something, but it more reminded me of that show "The Wonder Years" somewhat, or how 'bout "The Brady Bunch", OK It was a little of all three. My dad was a laborer at a steel company until he retired after some 20 yrs and three heart attacks because of his abuse of cigarettes and alcohol and my mom was pretty much a housewife/mommy until I went into high school when she decided to go to school to be a teacher in a nursery school. I am the oldest of three brothers in which between the three of us its night and day and then there's afternoon, which that's where I'd put my middle brother(Ron), but between my little brother(Gary) and I, well you take a guess...! I only had to live in 2 different house's, in 2 different neighborhood's, in 2 different towns about 10, 15 miles away from each other. Basically we had to move cause my dad got found out that he was child abuser, a local DA found out and had to put my dad in jail. So we had to get out of the neighborhood of busy bodies. But isn't that what people did back in the day!. I vaguely remember them days of the old neighborhood cause I was 8 when we had to move. But I do remember the day that my dad lost his mind over my middle brother losing his car keys when we were going to go on a vacation and my dad absolutely lost his mind and started to beat the hell out of my brother which was on the verge of beating him senseless. That day is permanently embedded into my memory banks in the back storage of my mind. Thank god he doesn't really remember that day cause he was basically too young and he had an accident when he was about 11 which put him in a coma for about 2 & half weeks. My little brother was in an accident when he had fell out of my dads truck due to him heavily accelerating and everybody in the back of the truck being flown around like we on some sort of ride out in the desert or something, which my little bro. went flying out the truck and on his noggin which put him in a coma for about a week and a half. When he came out of the hospital he was just an asshole toward everybody. My middle bro. got hit by a truck when he was riding his bike on the wrong side of the road and just turned in front of the damn truck, it was the darnedest thing... How I know, cause I was there for both accidents, the kicker was that people tried to blame me for them. That's par for my life, if you ain't got nobody to blame it on, blame it on me... Anyways, when he got out of the hospital he was totally confused and didn't really know where he was at or who he was, he was pretty messed up in the head and never really came back to us really right. But enough about them, cause this is about me dammit.
I grew up pretty much in the normal way of things, went through the normal crap that pretty much everybody went through, you know school, kiddie jobs (mowed lawns, babysat, odd jobs, I even was paperboy with a paper route) and that until I graduated high school and went into the service. I stayed pretty busy in school activities such as band, band and more band(marching, pep, concert, jazz). Did the learning of music in the elementary and Jr.high schools doing concerts and stuff, actually learning the music faster than the average students that were going through the class's at the same time as me but didn't really get any recognition for any of that cause nobody seen me in that way as being anybody special at what I was doing, even though I was being more advanced than the others. At one point I was playing with the Jr.high band while still in elementary school (6th. grade). A teacher once told my mom that I was a natural musician, but just said it in a hurry cause I wasn't that important enough to talk to my mom about it, but thought it was more important to schmooze with somebody more.... well who knows. So I played the trombone from 3rd grade until graduation day, never picked it up since, didn't need too. By my 16th. birthday I had gotten a guitar as a present and I started learning that and I've been on it since.
Did some dating while in school cause I was able to get a driver's license and get a car. A 62. Ford Falcon Futura that my dad had bought for 15 bucks. It had a blown engine and a really bad interior and the exterior was just worn out from never being washed, waxed, or painted. The ol'man put a new engine in it and had the interior fixed up and it was good to go to do point A to B, (school and work and stuff and oh yea dating). Didn't do alot of dating cause I wasn't really a popular person amongst the the more sociable girls of my age or younger. Actually I wasn't a real popular person period, never got invited to parties or other gatherings unless it was church related. Pretty much stayed a loner while in the high school. But I wasn't no fag, nerd, dork, or anything, at least I don't think I was, but I don't know cause I don't know what people then were thinking about me and didn't much care. And the world wonders where the deviants come from. So I dated a few girls while in school, none that were pretty hot but in my opinion they weren't total dogs either. More like the girls next door, not real hot but not plain jane's either. Dating was a strange thing for me cause I really didn't know what to do, cause being raised in a family that was raised in where people didn't talk to each other and had to go to church all of my life to learn about God and Jesus Christ and all of the sins the we the people do & should not do and ten commandments and all of the crap kinda left me in the wind as far as knowing about dating, girls, and sex. Cause I was so scared of doing something wrong that the girls must of thought of me as some kind of weirdo or something. After graduation, I went on a vacation for a summer and hung out with my cool grandmother and away from the parents and the rest of the bunch and got fat and had a cool time, until summer was over. Then I had to get serious about my life, cause playtime was over for me. I tried to find a job that was worth a shit, but kept getting fired from them. Then tensions between me and my dad were getting inflamed more and more everyday until he thought I might wanna get one of his infamous beatings and get my head shoved through a wall, cause I wasn't being cooperative with the rest of his world, so I join the Air Force and got outta of the house and outta of his hair. more to come...
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Unknown Airman
The Unknown Airman's intro: post...
The Unknown Airman was a U.S. Air Force airman who spent 14 years in the service for his country and his countrymen, or so he thought. It was also gonna be the name of his dream band that would never happen. Born in southern California in the middle of the 50's, just days before Randy Rhoads was born (which I think was December 6th.). Born on Jimi Hendrix's 14th and Bruce Lee's 16th birthdays. more to come...
The Unknown Airman was a U.S. Air Force airman who spent 14 years in the service for his country and his countrymen, or so he thought. It was also gonna be the name of his dream band that would never happen. Born in southern California in the middle of the 50's, just days before Randy Rhoads was born (which I think was December 6th.). Born on Jimi Hendrix's 14th and Bruce Lee's 16th birthdays. more to come...
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