Fuck the army. I don't know what I was thinking four weeks ago when I signed up. It wasn't anything like I was promised when I enrolled. And I feel extra stupid because I talked my RL friend who played Alex the Miner with me, back when we ruled Baja, into joining as well. But, let me take you back to the beginning.
All of my problems that led to my enlistment began on a Monday morning about four weeks ago or so. My sister had been giving me shit ever since I got arrested and had my truck impounded while I was smoking meth with her sons and husband. She wanted me to move out, but I wasn't really working regularly at the time. My brother-in-law was a supervisor/dispatcher for a local taxi company, and he would get me work sometimes when the other drivers would call out and leave him short-handed, but the inconsistent hours didn't allow me to save up much money. Alex the Miner and I had recently re-opened seven of our UO accounts and had been running macros to sell gold on Ebay, but the price is down to about $6/million. And selling meth was out of the question because of all legal trouble I was in.
After arguing with my sister, I checked my gold macros and also worked on a new Samurai character, Ching Chong. I just wanted to do a little PvP -- to see if I was still the best on Baja. I remember I was eating some fruity pebbles when the phone rang. My brother-in-law called and said he was short-handed and asked if I could drive taxi for a couple hours that morning. I said yes and changed and waited for one of the drivers to come pick me up. I heard the car pull onto the gravel driveway and I locked up the trailer and went out to meet him.
I got to the dispatch center and my bro gave me the keys to a taxi, and told me to go pick up a fare at xxxx(I will leave out addresses because I don't want you knowing the area I live in and showing up at my sister's house as I have enough problems). I got to the fare's address and noticed the house looked familiar. The front door opened and this crusty, old broad started walking toward the tazi while trailing one of those suitcases on wheels behind her. It was walkway that made me remember: this was the old bitch my nephews and I shook our cocks at when I picked them up form a slumber party. I got out and helped her with her luggage and she didn't seem to remember me.
As we were driving to the airport, she got progressively more annoying: "Can you turn that music off? Can you drive any faster? Can you slow down? This isn't the way I normally go to the airport." It got to be too much to take. So I started swerving around and mumbled about how I drank a lot of cough syrup that morning and had been smoking meth. I glanced in the rearview and saw a shocked look on her face. She noticed that the picture on the license in the backseat display wasn't me, and demanded to speak with my supervisor over the radio. I stopped the taxi in the middle of the bridge, thus halting traffic and told her to get out. I even through her luggage off the bridge.
I just walked home after that mess. Alex the Miner came over later and couldn't even do one pushup. This was it. Between that and everything I was going through, I decided to join the army right then and there, and Alex decided to join too.
My next post will describe my army experiences and the reason I got kicked out.
go spurs go
