Could a war be really called a war if nobody back home gave a shit about it. In time my resolve to hate the country I once served, a fat sheltered land with its surplus of riches, it’s helicopter moms and real estate agents, narrow minded, smug, and only dimly aware of lives other than their own. 17 more words
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I don’t honestly have too much to say about tonight’s blog entry.
Except that I was particularly impressed by the individual levels of concentration so unknowingly demonstrated by these two elderly gentlemen whom I spotted; both sitting back to back on the extreme corners of this street bench in Chichester. 190 more words
Just the back story, for those unaware. I went to one in 2012 for anxiety and panic attacks, and it blew up in my face into a full-scale personal armageddon. 78 more words