Whatever gets you through the day. 2.5 hours on the bike and another 2.5 spent walking. Lots of time to think, although in my case that’s not necessarily a good thing.
Another drunken Saturday night in the Ville. Not to worry, I confine my drinking to days that end in a “y”.

Finishing up the walk by the main gate at Camp Humphreys I encountered a protest group doing Kim Jung Un’s work I suppose. The police were out in force as usual…

But at least now I know what number to call when I see a hot babe walking down the street. Sadly that is pretty infrequent in this hick town…
Ah well, life goes on. And on.
On and on
I just keep on trying
And I smile when I feel like dying
On and on
On and on
On and on
Stop posting man holes, you’re turning this blog into a gay porn site. Peace out!
Not that there is anything wrong with it… 🙂