Saturday, July 29, 2006
I was pressed against the wall in the bathroom of a taco shack, somewhere in Rosarito, Mexico. I was leading him on, making him think I was going to fuck him because that's how it would happen in a movie, a book. Flashes of the green tile. The dust revealed as the sun streamed in through closed shutters. Mariachi played over speakers outside.
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The update:
It has been a long time passing since I have spoken to this blog. Since my departure from the Navy, I have earned my associates degree, working on my bachelors degree, got an IT career with a fortune 100 company, and am engaged to a beautiful woman for whom I love deeply.
My last post to this blog was about truth. Knowing what the truth is and seeing things for what they really are. I warned trish about her intuition to know what the truth is around her, but I somehow didn’t follow my own advise. I continue to see the world as nothing more than an extension of my stay on the USS Carl Vinson; or perhaps life on that ship was nothing more than a microcosm for the world in which we really live?
I have come to know death very closely. My father died on May 22, 2005 and not until his death did I realize that I could not take back all that was said and done. I looked upon a dying man who was homeless and alone and saw myself laying there in the cold sterile VA Hospital ER room; is there any more appropriate room to die in than that?
Mikey is in some super secret special forces unit in NC, and every time I see him, I can tell that death is becoming a reality and not something you see in movies. Unfortunately my best friend, Drew is going to the same unit and it pains me to think I will loose him and Mikey from my life; but such is life.
I have come up with this philosophy about people and their existence amongst one another. I believe that we all live in this bubble. We exist in this bubble where we live out our version of life; but the most precarious thing about this bubble is that, even though we can’t exist outside of it, sometimes our bubbles bump against one another and we find out that we can’t exist without that.
Any way Trish, ever since our bubbles collided, there has been a small bruise upon the universe that exists inside it. Perhaps it’s your ability to see things different than those around you, or I just simply enjoy the company of your thoughts; either way, it is nonetheless a joy to read what is on your mind.
I will keep in touch.
Adrian
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